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

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

backgrounds, our social circles…

was as pale as

took all her willpower not

man, the man who used to love her so

this moment, 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 get

as motionless as a porcelain

too inarticulate to

loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do

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

she could

walked to the window, and smoked

muttered something about compensating her for

respond, but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping

was just one

an eternity, but he didn’t

the room

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

slowly turned

met, and there was no

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

weakly stood up from the sofa

sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very

an explanation. It seemed

door was slammed

Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers

he sat slumped at the

it.

and slurped

Then…

know

no Cecilia in this apartment. He

departure, Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had mostly acquired

adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left in

going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during her

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

mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if

on, the ashtray filled up

Mark accepted that their relationship had reached

daughter of a

for Mark grew, and he

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

the cigarette and slowly

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for

never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little

his order

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

away his entire personal fortune to

Peter promptly set

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming

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

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

you have any messages he wishes for you to deliver to me?”

hearing her voice, Peter glanced

significantly altered; she

out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and

unease washed over Peter and he nodded after

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 with such affection? I have

him know that I won’t pester

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

considerable duration, she

Uncle Mark…

gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be

had not unfolded as she

nothing

Cecilia remained reluctant

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

gazed down at the diamond ring in

was such

she accept whatever he was trying

had never 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

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him Uncle

to the

an immensely challenging

them together once again. It

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

an elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a

delicacy and

nodded and then she

between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

he imagined feeling jealous

reaction, experienced a

opportunity to approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond that it makes

hide his true feelings when interacting