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

smiled and said, “We’ve been together for, like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A

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

face was as

took all her willpower not to faint

just looked at this man, the man who used to

the same as

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 him to

as motionless

too inarticulate to argue

she

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

was nothing she

stood up, walked to the window, and smoked

for her

volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly,

just

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

the room was freezing

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

slowly turned

met, and there was no trace of sweetness in

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

from

she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl

get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply

door was slammed

tears in his eyes.

he sat slumped

it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve cooked

and slurped up the noodles. Soon, the

Then…

didn’t know what

Cecilia in this apartment. He even

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

at household chores and

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

lingering trace of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise

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

on, the ashtray filled up and her call

Mark accepted that their relationship had

the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she

concern for Mark grew, and he entered

reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good for

cigarette and slowly sank into the

a prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been

gift. He never envisioned getting another

placed his

of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of

away his entire personal fortune to

set

following day, Peter arranged to meet

with his cigarette lighter as he sat

elapsed, Cecilia appeared

he wishes for you to

her voice, Peter glanced up and

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

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

Peter and he nodded after

paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he

that I won’t pester him

it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all

a considerable duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

called him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he would

had not unfolded as she had

that she was nothing more

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to

his report, Peter found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel, his

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring

was such an

whatever he was trying

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

her tear-streaked face calling him Uncle

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

an immensely

together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy

and then she held onto her

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

had he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond

no attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting