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.

enshrouding them in

six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date

our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re

was as pale as a

not to faint on the

this man, the man who used to love

moment, Mark looked the same

a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora…

sat there, as motionless as

was too inarticulate to argue

she

and pretending to try and take her own

she could do

stood up, walked to the

something about compensating her for her companionship

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

was just one big

but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look

atmosphere in the

softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans. I won’t badger

slowly turned

dim light, their eyes met, and there was no trace of

bit him playfully. She used to call

weakly stood up from the sofa

burst into sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need

get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted

door was slammed

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

on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia

fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon, the bowl was

Then…

know what to

was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even

the apartment for a night, resting on the

not adept at household chores and the bedroom was always

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

for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the

he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t find the words to

as the night wore on, the ashtray

Mark accepted that their relationship

a wealthy family, why would she

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

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

the cigarette and

spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for several

never envisioned getting another girlfriend after

his

by the gravity of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value

was practically giving away his

promptly set out to

to meet Cecilia at a charming

brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out

had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and

have any messages he wishes for you to deliver to

Peter glanced up and was taken

appearance had significantly altered; she

rose from his seat and courteously pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed

over Peter and

paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower me with such affection?

I won’t

piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all

a considerable duration, she

Uncle Mark…

had called him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced

had not unfolded as

she discovered that she was nothing more than another one of

persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

his report, Peter found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned to

departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in

such

whatever he was trying to compensate

at work, but in his free moments, Cecilia consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie and others, he would cast a glance at the bronze gate, as though expecting his little

her tear-streaked face calling

much time had passed, Mark came to the

was an immensely

brought them together once again. It happened at a dinner

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

exuded delicacy

she held onto her brother’s

between the siblings appeared so intimate that

feeling

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and

to hide his true