A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1191-1200

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.

the smoke, enshrouding

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 each

our

as pale as a

all her willpower not to faint

at this man, the man who used

Mark looked the same as

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

sat there, as motionless as a

inarticulate

much that she couldn’t

back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her

she

up, walked to the window,

about compensating her for her companionship over the

her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug

was just one big

but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back at

in the

said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans.

slowly turned his

the dim light, their eyes met, and there

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

up from

as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t

for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply

door was slammed

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

slumped

of noodles on it. It

and slurped up

Then…

didn’t know what

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

departure, Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on

chores and the bedroom was

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

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

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

the ashtray filled

Mark accepted that their relationship had reached

a wealthy family, why

Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he

“Mr. Evans, you should take care

the cigarette

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

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing,

a gift. He never envisioned getting another

placed his order

The gift Mark intended for Cecilia

giving away his entire personal fortune

promptly set

meet Cecilia at

as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in

wishes for you

her voice, Peter glanced up

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

pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However,

unease washed over Peter

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

that I won’t pester him any

piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended

a considerable duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever,

had not unfolded

discovered that she was nothing more

Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

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

departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in

such an

accept whatever he was trying to

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

tear-streaked face calling

to the painful realization

was an immensely

them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

she adorned herself with a diamond chain,

delicacy and

she held onto

appeared so intimate

feeling jealous of

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share

his true

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