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

this is real life. A

expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles…

face was as pale as a

all her willpower not to faint on

the man

Mark looked the same as when he

even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t even get him to answer

sat there, as motionless

too inarticulate to argue with

she couldn’t do anything

couldn’t go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life

nothing she

walked to the

compensating her for her companionship over the past six

down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark

was just one

felt like an eternity, but he

in the room

softly, “Don’t worry,

slowly turned

and there

his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle

from the

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

end, she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had

was slammed

soon as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his

he sat slumped

noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve

slurped up the noodles. Soon, the

Then…

didn’t know what to

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

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

household chores and the bedroom was

frequently tidy up, even going the

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

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

as the night wore on, the ashtray filled up and her call never

accepted that their relationship had reached

a wealthy family, why would she persist in

Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he

house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should

the cigarette and

prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle

lacked nothing,

getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little meaning

placed his order

Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in a

practically giving away his

objections, Peter promptly set

following day, Peter arranged to meet

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

Cecilia appeared and stopped

wishes for you to deliver to me?”

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up and

it had only been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she

Peter 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 the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is

unease washed over Peter and he nodded after

soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him

that I won’t pester

spoken her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia

she found

Uncle Mark…

him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever,

reality had not unfolded as she had

nothing more than another

her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

French window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After a prolonged silence, Mark uttered,

gazed down at the diamond ring in his

such an innocent

whatever he was

realized the extent of his love for someone. He managed fine 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

tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the painful

was an immensely challenging

fate brought them together once again. It happened at a dinner

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

herself with a diamond chain, her

exuded delicacy

and then she held onto her

appeared so intimate that it

feeling

reaction, experienced a sense of

coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond that it makes

made no attempt to hide his