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 in a

for, like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and

backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re suitable

was as pale

her willpower not

man, the man who used to love her so

moment, Mark looked the same as when he was

she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora…

as motionless as

was too inarticulate to argue

Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything

and pretending to try and take her own life so her

she could do this

to the

compensating her for her

but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and

was just

an eternity, but he didn’t

atmosphere in the room was

softly,

slowly turned his

light, their eyes met, and there was no trace of sweetness

bit him playfully. She used to

from the

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

for an explanation. It seemed that she had

door was

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

noodles on it. It didn’t look

the fork and spoon and slurped up

Then…

know

Cecilia in this apartment. He

apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which

adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left

frequently tidy up, even going

to

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

wore on, the ashtray filled up and her call never

accepted that their relationship

background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would

Mark grew, and he entered the apartment

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

cigarette and slowly

prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for several

getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material

placed his order

love affair. The gift Mark intended for

his entire personal

objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming

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

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and

any messages he wishes for you to

voice, Peter glanced up

it had only been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight

his seat and courteously pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and

Peter and he nodded

delicately toyed with the paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely

know that I

as

duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

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

reality had not unfolded as she

was nothing

to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

standing before the French window in the hotel, his back

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at the

was such an innocent

she accept whatever he was trying to compensate

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 at the bronze gate, as though

face

much time had passed, Mark came to the painful

an immensely

later, fate brought them together once again. It

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy and

nodded and then she held onto her

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate that

had he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

experienced

air, “Mr. Fowler, you and

his true feelings when

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