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.

the smoke, enshrouding them in a

I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a

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

was as

all her willpower not to faint on

man who

Mark looked the same as when

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 answer her

there, as motionless as a

too inarticulate to argue with

so much that she couldn’t do anything

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

was nothing she could do

stood up, walked to the window,

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship over the

volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would

everything was just one

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

the room was freezing

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

slowly turned

eyes met, and there

used to hold her in his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle

up from the sofa

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

get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark

was

tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished

sat slumped at the

it. It didn’t look appetizing.

the fork and spoon and slurped up

Then…

know what

there was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even

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

at household chores and the bedroom was

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

making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the

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

on, the ashtray filled up

Mark accepted that their relationship had

of a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

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

him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material

placed his

for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in

practically giving away his entire

Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

to meet Cecilia at a

arrived promptly wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in front

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared

have any messages he wishes for you to deliver to

her voice, Peter glanced

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

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

unease washed over Peter and he

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,

I won’t pester him

it seemed as though Cecilia had expended

a considerable duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he

not unfolded as she had

that she was nothing more

persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything from

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

down at the diamond ring in his

was such

he

dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him Uncle

Mark came to the painful realization that

an immensely

week later, fate brought them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her

exuded delicacy and

nodded and then she held

intimate that it caused

he imagined feeling jealous of

reaction, experienced a

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

hide his true