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

real life. A man and a woman date for a

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

as pale as

her willpower not to faint on the

at this man, the man who used to love her

Mark looked the same as

out that he just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went

there, as motionless as

inarticulate to argue

she couldn’t

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

she could do this

to the window,

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship

stubbornly, hoping that

everything was just

felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her.

the room

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

slowly turned

the dim light, their eyes met, and there was no trace of

bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying to stop

weakly stood up from

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

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

door was slammed

soon as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off the last of

sat slumped at the

it. It didn’t look

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

Then…

know what

in this apartment. He even

resting on the bed amidst her possessions,

adept at household chores and the bedroom was

up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during her

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

were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to

on, the ashtray filled up and her

accepted that their relationship had reached its

daughter of a wealthy family, why would she

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

pervasive smoke inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you

cigarette

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

lacked nothing, having been

a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held

placed his

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

was practically giving away his entire personal fortune

set

meet Cecilia at

lighter as he sat waiting

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

he wishes for you

Peter glanced up

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

out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing

Peter and he

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

that I won’t

as though

a considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

had called him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he

had not unfolded

discovered that she was nothing

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

window in the hotel, his

down at the diamond ring

was such an innocent

accept whatever he was trying to

consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie and others, he would

face calling him Uncle

to the painful realization

an immensely challenging

them together once again.

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

an elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading loosely down

exuded delicacy and

she

intimate that it caused

he imagined feeling

Mark’s reaction, experienced

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

his true