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

this is real life. A

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

was as pale

her willpower not to faint

just looked at this man, the man who used to

this moment, Mark looked the same as when he was

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

sat there, as motionless

was too inarticulate to argue with

that she couldn’t do anything to

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

she

up, walked to

about compensating her for

didn’t respond, but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would

was just one

he didn’t hug

atmosphere in the room was

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

turned

met, and there

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

from the sofa and

her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t

explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the

was

could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off

he sat slumped at

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

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

Then…

know what

Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming here…

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

and the bedroom

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

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

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

on, the ashtray filled up and her call

Mark accepted that their

background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

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

to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take

the cigarette and slowly

up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle

nothing, having been together

her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little meaning to

placed his order

intended for Cecilia

practically giving away his entire

objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia

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

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in

have any messages he wishes for you to deliver

glanced up and

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

swiftly, 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

over Peter

said, “Since this is merely a game between him and

that I

as though Cecilia had expended

considerable duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her

not unfolded as she

she discovered that she was nothing more

persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

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

down at the diamond ring

she was such an

could she accept whatever he was

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 a glance at the bronze gate, as

her tear-streaked face calling

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

an immensely

together once again. It happened at a dinner party

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy

nodded and then she held onto her

the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused Mark’s

he imagined feeling jealous

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close

no attempt to hide his true feelings when