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.

exhaled the smoke, enshrouding them in

like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman

at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you

was as pale as

her willpower not to faint on

man who

Mark looked the same as when he was with

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

motionless

too inarticulate to

she

again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother

she could do

up, walked to the window, and

for her companionship over

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

everything was just one

for what felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back

atmosphere in the room was freezing

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

slowly turned

eyes met, and there

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

up from

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

the end, she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she

was slammed

it could be seen that there were tears in

sat slumped

of noodles on it. It

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

Then…

know what

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

night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had

and the bedroom was

even going

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

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

wore on, the ashtray filled up

Mark accepted that their relationship

of a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing the

instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself.

extinguished the cigarette and

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

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for

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

his order

taken aback by the gravity of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the

his entire personal fortune to

objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

following day, Peter arranged to meet

He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents

Cecilia appeared

have any messages he wishes for you to deliver

Peter glanced up and was

Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost

attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack

over Peter and he nodded after a

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

that I won’t pester

spoken her piece, it seemed as

considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

and promises had once convinced

had not unfolded as

she was nothing more

Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned

Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in his

such

he was trying to compensate her

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

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him

to the painful realization that

an immensely challenging

together once again. It happened at a

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

she adorned herself with a diamond chain,

delicacy and

she held

appeared so intimate that

feeling

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

opportunity to approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and

attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting

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