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.

enshrouding them

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

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

as pale as a

took all her willpower not to faint

looked at this man, the man who

same as when he was

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

sat there, as motionless as a

too inarticulate to

she

take her own life so her brother would come and shower her with concern, not

nothing she could

to

about compensating her for her companionship over the

down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly

everything was just one

he didn’t hug

atmosphere in the room

said softly, “Don’t

turned his

met, and there was no trace of

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

up from the sofa

sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel

ask for an explanation. It seemed

was slammed

were tears in his eyes. His fingers

sat slumped at the

of noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve cooked

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

Then…

know what to

this apartment. He

lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had

at household chores and the bedroom was

upon himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during her menstruation.

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

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

night wore on, the ashtray filled up

their

daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and

inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and

up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle something for

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for

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

placed his order

for

away his

objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

arranged to meet

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

elapsed, Cecilia appeared

for

voice, Peter glanced

over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight and looked

courteously 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 nodded after a

few 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

that I won’t pester

piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

considerable duration, she

Uncle Mark…

so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they

reality had not unfolded as

was nothing more than another one

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel,

at the diamond ring

such an

he was trying to compensate her

places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie and others, he would cast a glance at the

her tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to

was an immensely challenging

later, fate brought them together once again. It happened at a

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her

exuded delicacy and

and then she

so intimate that it caused

feeling jealous of Waylen

experienced a sense of

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

made no attempt to hide his