A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Would she cry for him?

Mark began to distance himself from Cecilia.

It should’ve been easy to let go of women, as he was a well-seasoned player. But with Cecilia, torturing her was torturing himself. He didn’t ghost her completely; instead, he gradually gave her the cold shoulder.

Came the new year, and he returned to his previous busy life.

He contacted Charlie and other friends, one after another.

Mark had returned to his old self.

By springtime, it was as though he had never changed.

Cecilia had lost a lot of weight. She couldn’t get in touch with Mark, and even if the call was picked up, it was always Peter who would answer the phone for him.

And he always sounded so apologetic.

No matter how obtuse Cecilia was, she could feel Mark’s alienation, but she didn’t have the courage to go up to Mark and question him. She could only wait for him at the apartment, hoping to catch him.

Sometimes, she’d forget to eat after waiting for him all day.

On Valentine’s Day, she saw Mark on the news.

He was in Laurel Garden, supporting Flora. After her performance, she changed into a beautiful dress for the reporters and fans. Mark was standing next to her with his arm around her waist. In the pictures, they looked like the perfect couple.

The newspaper slipped out of Cecilia’s hand, falling to the floor with a gentle thud…

It turned out that Mark was in Duefron. He never told her.

Cecilia lowered her tearful eyes, but she still tried dialing Mark’s number… She wanted an explanation.

Mark was in the club when his phone started ringing.

He stopped playing cards and looked at the caller ID quietly.

“Cecilia Fowler’.

Seeing this, Charlie joked, “What? Your little girl’s chasing after you again?”

After a while, Mark smiled playfully and said, “She’s just a kid and I think she is a three-minute-passion person.”

Mark continued to play cards, saying indifferently, “Miss Holt, kindly answer it for me.”

Flora frowned in confusion. She couldn’t figure out what Mark was up to. As sensitive woman, she keenly sensed that Mark had a deep relationship with this Cecilia. For a while, Mark even neglected her…

Then, out of the blue, Mark reached out to her again.

But he only ever showed her affection when they were in front of people. In private, he wouldn’t so much as touch her.

When she didn’t move, Mark urged, “I said, answer it.”

Flora had no choice. She picked up his phone and said in a soft, charming voice, “Hi, Miss Fowler. Your Uncle Mark is playing a game of poker in the club. Why don’t you come over and join us?”

As soon as she heard the woman’s enchanting voice, Cecilia’s breath quickened.

She couldn’t say anything. After a while, she could only hang up helplessly.

Mark was about to play a card when his hand stopped…

Then he smiled and said, “See, the girl can’t hold on for long, but she always call me. It’s so annoying.”

He was smiling, but his eyes were filled with unfathomable coldness.

Mark played late into the night before finally getting in the car with Peter. The latter asked, “Where to, Mr. Evans?”

Looking out the window, Mark was lost in thought.

After a while, he ordered in a low voice, “The apartment.”

At the end of the day, he couldn’t resist returning to the place filled with bittersweet memories, and as expected, Cecilia was still there.

She had fallen asleep at the dining table.

There were still tear stains on her cheeks…

Standing at the door, Mark felt so guilty. He thought Cecilia was so silly. How long did this girl wait for him? She didn’t even wait in her room and had fallen asleep leaning on the dining table. Did she like him that much?

He went over and gently scooped her up, but she awoke as soon as he touched her.

Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.

She wanted to call him “Uncle Mark’, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t dare to make a sound. She just looked at him, silently begging him for an explanation.

Mark’s heart ached.

He carried her to the sofa, squatted down, and stroked her head. He said gently, “Cecilia, don’t wait for me anymore.”

She was confused, as though she didn’t understand what he meant.

Mark hardened his heart and continued to force a smile. “I’m old. I’m can’t keep up a stable relationship, and I’m not a good man.”

Now, she completely understood.

But she didn’t want to believe her ears.

Once upon a time, this man loved her dearly. He even took her back to Czanch to meet his mother, and they even slept together in his bedroom.

Her lips trembled as she whispered softly, “I don’t believe you.”

Mark sat down next to Cecilia, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

exhaled the smoke, enshrouding them in a

months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A

Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think

was as pale as a

not

looked at this man, the man who used to

moment, Mark looked the same as when he was with

turned out that he just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t even get

motionless as a porcelain

inarticulate

much that she couldn’t do anything to fight for

again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower

she could do

up, walked to the

something about compensating her for her

spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and

everything was just one

felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back

in the room was freezing

and she said softly,

turned his

met, and there was no trace of sweetness in

ago, he used to hold her in his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him

up from the sofa

her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need to hide her

didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed

door was

soon as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off

he sat slumped at the

bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t

slurped up

Then…

know what

there was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever

night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had mostly

was not adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left

upon himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during her

fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle

the phone clutched in his hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t

the ashtray filled up and her

that their relationship had reached its

daughter of a wealthy

the break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing the door

leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good for

Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank

up in a measured tone.

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

he desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material

his

Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most

his entire personal fortune

Peter promptly set

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at

arrived promptly wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared

you have any messages he wishes for you

voice, Peter glanced up

Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable

a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is

over Peter and he nodded after

a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower me with

him know that I won’t pester

seemed as though Cecilia had expended

considerable duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

promises had once convinced her that they would be together

had not unfolded as she

she was nothing more than another one of

Cecilia remained

the hotel, his back turned

departed, Mark gazed down at

she was such an innocent

he was trying

would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie and others,

tear-streaked face

time had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving

an

a week later, fate brought them together once again. It

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading loosely down her

exuded delicacy

and then she held onto

between the siblings appeared so intimate

imagined feeling jealous of

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

Fowler, you and your sister share

attempt to hide his true