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.

smoke, enshrouding them in

Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they get tired of each

were you expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do

as

willpower not to

man, the man who used to love

same

even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While

motionless as a porcelain

was too inarticulate to argue

much that she

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

she could do

up, walked to the window, and smoked

her for her companionship over

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

was just one big

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

the room was

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

turned

and there was no trace of sweetness in

to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled

weakly stood up from the

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

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

was

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

sat slumped

of noodles on it.

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

Then…

know what

was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even

resting on the

was not adept at household chores and

frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her

Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise

in his hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her

wore on, the ashtray filled

that their relationship had reached its

Cecilia’s privileged background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why

dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and

overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good

Mark extinguished the cigarette and

spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to

Cecilia lacked nothing,

never envisioned getting another

placed his order

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

away his entire personal fortune to

promptly set out to

to meet Cecilia at a charming

wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

for you to

Peter glanced up and was taken

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

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

of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after a

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 no desire for these

I won’t pester

spoken her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia

a considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

so long. His gifts and promises had once

not unfolded

she was nothing

persuade her, Cecilia

in the hotel,

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring

was such an

he was

his free moments, Cecilia consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously

her tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the painful realization

an immensely

them together once again. It happened at a dinner party

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

with

delicacy and

she

siblings appeared so intimate that

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

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

hide his true feelings when interacting

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