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

for, like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they get

our backgrounds, our social

face was as pale as

all her willpower not to

man, the man who used to

same as

as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora.

sat there, as motionless as a porcelain

inarticulate

loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything to fight for

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

was nothing she could

up, walked to the window, and

something about compensating her for her companionship

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

was just one big

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

atmosphere in the

she said softly,

turned

light, their eyes met, and there was no trace

She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in

stood up from the

door behind her. She was

end, she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark abandoned

door was slammed

turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in

he sat slumped

on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia

and slurped

Then…

didn’t know

there was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted

in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst

at household chores and the bedroom

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

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

his hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content

wore on, the ashtray filled

that their relationship had

of a

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

pervasive smoke inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take

extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank

prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured

Cecilia lacked nothing, having

gift. He never envisioned getting another

his order

Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would

practically giving away his entire personal

any objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia

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

Cecilia appeared and stopped in front of

wishes for

glanced up and

had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable

in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is this his compensation for

of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after

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 have no

him know that I

her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

a considerable duration, she

Uncle Mark…

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

unfolded as

that she was nothing more than another one of

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant

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

departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond

such an

he was trying to

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

had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving

an

brought them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

adorned herself with a diamond chain,

exuded delicacy and

nodded and then she held

siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

feeling

Mark’s reaction, experienced

greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you

his