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.

smoke, enshrouding them in

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

you expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re suitable

face was as pale

took all her willpower not

man who used to love her

same

to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t

there, as motionless as a

too inarticulate to argue

that she

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

was nothing she could do this

walked to

something about compensating her for her

stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell her that he was just

everything was just

like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look

atmosphere in the

said softly, “Don’t worry,

slowly turned

eyes met, and there

she bit him playfully. She used to

stood up from the sofa and

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

It seemed that she had simply accepted the

was slammed

in

he sat slumped

on it. It

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

Then…

know

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

in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed

household chores and the bedroom

going the extra mile

Mark to find sleep.

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

wore on, the ashtray filled up

that their

daughter of a wealthy family,

the break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing the

“Mr. Evans, you should take

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into the

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions

his

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

his entire personal fortune to

objections, Peter promptly set out to

Peter arranged to meet Cecilia

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

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front of

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

Peter glanced up and was taken

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

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

sense of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after a moment’s

pages of one document, Cecilia delicately toyed 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 no desire for

that I won’t pester him any

it seemed as though

a considerable duration, she found herself in

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

she discovered that she was nothing more than

Peter’s persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything from

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

Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in

was such an

could she accept whatever he was

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 glance at the bronze

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling

came to the

an

together once again. It happened at a dinner party

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

exuded delicacy and

she held onto her brother’s

intimate

feeling jealous of

reaction, experienced a sense of

Fowler, you and your sister share such a

attempt to hide his true feelings when