A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1191-1200

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

life. A man

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

face was as pale as a

all her willpower not to

just looked at this man, the man who used

the same as

she was even inferior to Flora. At

sat there, as motionless

inarticulate to

loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do

and pretending to try and take

nothing she could

up, walked to the window, and

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship over the past six

but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark

everything was just

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

in the room was freezing

softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans.

turned his

dim light, their eyes met, and there was no

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

up from the sofa

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

didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that

was slammed

that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he

he sat slumped at the

bowl of noodles on it.

fork and spoon and slurped

Then…

didn’t know what to

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

on the bed

adept at household chores and the

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

it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the sofa, accompanied by a

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

the night wore on, the ashtray filled up and

that their relationship had

the daughter of a wealthy family, why

grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing the door

inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly

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

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for several

to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting

his order

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

his

set out

Peter arranged to meet

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

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and

you have any messages he wishes for you to deliver to

glanced

been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly

and courteously pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is this

sense of unease washed over Peter and he

fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since

I won’t pester

her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all

duration, she found herself in

Uncle Mark…

promises had once convinced her that they would

not unfolded as she had

was nothing more than another one

Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything from

standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After a prolonged

gazed down at

such an

accept whatever he was trying

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

tear-streaked face calling

much time had passed, Mark came to

was an immensely challenging

once again. It happened at a dinner party

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

with

exuded delicacy

then she held onto her brother’s

intimate

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen

Mark’s reaction, experienced

greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and

his

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