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 in

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,

expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles…

was as pale

willpower not to faint

looked at this man, the man who used to

looked the same as when he was

to Flora. At least Mark

there, as motionless

was too inarticulate

she

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

was nothing she

up, walked to the window, and

about compensating her for her

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

was just one big

he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back

in the room was freezing

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

turned his

there was

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

weakly stood up from the sofa and

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

explanation. It seemed

was

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

he sat slumped at

it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve

up the fork and spoon and slurped up

Then…

know what

this apartment. He even regretted

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

at household chores and the bedroom was always

going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during her menstruation.

trace of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted

if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t find

the ashtray filled up and

accepted that their relationship had

the daughter of a wealthy family,

concern for Mark grew, and he entered the

“Mr. Evans, you should take

the cigarette and slowly sank into

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for several

He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their

his

of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in a divorce

away his

any objections, Peter promptly set out to

meet Cecilia at

brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack

appeared and stopped in

for

voice, Peter glanced

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

to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However,

Peter and he nodded

turning 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

that I won’t pester him

spoken her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia

duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

once convinced her that they would be together forever,

had not unfolded as she had

nothing more than another one of

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to

report, Peter found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After a prolonged silence, Mark uttered,

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at

she was such

whatever he was

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

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him

Mark came to the painful realization

an

fate brought them together once again. It happened at a

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading loosely

exuded delicacy and

and then she held

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate that

had he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

reaction, experienced a sense of

Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a

hide his true feelings when