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 a

and said, “We’ve been together 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 tired of

our backgrounds, our social circles…

face was as pale

all her willpower not to faint on

looked at this man, the man who

Mark looked the same

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

much that she couldn’t do anything

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

was nothing she could do

stood up, walked to the window, and smoked

compensating her for her companionship over the past six

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

was just

felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her.

atmosphere in the room was

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

turned his

and there was no

arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice.

weakly stood up from

the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need to hide

explanation. It seemed that she had simply

was

seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off the last of

slumped at the

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

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

Then…

didn’t know what to

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

Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which

at household chores and the bedroom

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

fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to

he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her

the ashtray filled

accepted that their

the daughter of a

grew, and he entered the

him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself.

extinguished the cigarette

in a measured

lacked nothing, having been

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

his

was taken aback by the gravity of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives

was practically giving away his entire personal fortune

objections, Peter promptly set

to meet Cecilia at a

He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat

elapsed, Cecilia appeared

he wishes for you to deliver to

her voice, Peter glanced

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

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

Peter and he nodded after a moment’s

fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this

him know that I won’t pester him any

as

a considerable duration, she

Uncle Mark…

His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they

had not unfolded as she

discovered that she was nothing more than another

persuade her, Cecilia remained

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

at the diamond ring in

she was such an

whatever he

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 a glance at the bronze gate, as though expecting his little girl to

tear-streaked face calling

had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving

was an immensely

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

with a diamond chain, her black

delicacy and

nodded and then she

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused Mark’s eyelids to

he imagined feeling jealous

reaction, experienced a

Fowler, you and your sister share such a close

hide his true feelings when