A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1191-1200

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

life. A man and a woman

Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re suitable for

was as pale

took all her willpower not to faint on the

just looked at this man, the man who

Mark looked the same as when

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

as motionless as a

was too inarticulate to argue

she couldn’t do

and take her own life so her brother would come and shower

she could do this

up, walked to

her for her companionship over the past

rolling down 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

everything was just one

but he didn’t hug her. He

the room

and she said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans.

slowly turned

and there was no trace of

bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying to stop her

stood up from the sofa

burst into sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She

an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark

was

were tears in his eyes. His

he sat slumped at the

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t look

spoon and slurped up the

Then…

didn’t know what to

this apartment.

a night, resting on the bed amidst

was not adept at household chores and the

however, took it upon himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled

Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the sofa, accompanied by

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

the ashtray filled

that their relationship had reached

of a wealthy family, why would she persist in

of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the

Evans, you should

cigarette and slowly

spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having

desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend

placed his order

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

was practically giving away his entire personal fortune to

promptly set out to fulfill

meet Cecilia at

played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and

he wishes for you to deliver to

Peter glanced up and

Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had

out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of

unease washed over Peter and he nodded after

delicately toyed with the 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

that I won’t pester him any

seemed as

duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he would

reality had not unfolded as she had

nothing more than

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything from

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

at

was such

could she accept whatever he was trying to compensate her

Cecilia consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing

her tear-streaked face

had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving

an immensely

together once again. It

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black

delicacy

then she held onto her

siblings appeared so intimate that it caused Mark’s

feeling jealous of

reaction, experienced a sense

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

made no attempt to hide his

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