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

months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they get tired of

backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think

face was as

all her willpower not to faint

man, the man

same as when he was

fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to

there, as motionless as a

inarticulate to argue with

she

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

she could

up, walked to

her for her

spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and

was just one

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

the room

her lips parted and she said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans.

slowly turned

met, and there

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

from the sofa

door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t

to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply

door was slammed

there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled,

sat slumped

a bowl of noodles on it. It

fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon,

Then…

didn’t know

Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever

Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on

chores and the bedroom was always

took it upon himself to frequently tidy up, even going the

making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise

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

as the night wore on, the ashtray filled

accepted that their relationship had reached

being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in

for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by

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

extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into the

Mark spoke up in a measured tone.

lacked nothing, having been together for

never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little meaning to

his order

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 to

Peter promptly set out to

Peter arranged to meet Cecilia

He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in front

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

messages he wishes for you to deliver to

Peter glanced up and was

had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight and

pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However,

washed over Peter

In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower me with such affection?

that I

spoken her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia

a considerable duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

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

not unfolded as she had

discovered that she was nothing more than another one of his

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything from

before the French window in the

Mark gazed down at the

was such an innocent

she accept whatever he was trying to compensate

had never realized the extent of his love for someone. He managed fine at work, 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

her tear-streaked face calling him

came to the painful realization

an immensely challenging

brought them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair

exuded delicacy

then she held onto her

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

air, “Mr. Fowler, you

no attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting