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.

exhaled the smoke, enshrouding them in

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

our social

as pale

all her willpower not to faint

looked at this man, the man who used to

the same as

a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand,

as motionless

inarticulate

much that she couldn’t do

and take her own life so her brother would come and shower

nothing she

walked to the window,

about compensating her for her companionship over the past six

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

was just one

waited for what felt like an eternity, but he didn’t

the room

lips parted and she said softly,

turned

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

used to hold her in his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him

up from the sofa and

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

to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark abandoned

door was slammed

tears in his eyes.

slumped at the

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

fork and spoon and slurped

Then…

know what

this apartment. He even regretted ever coming

departure, Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions,

adept at household chores and the bedroom was always

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

of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find

he would undoubtedly answer, content just to

the ashtray filled up and her call

that their

the daughter of a wealthy family, why

Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he

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

at Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into the

in a measured tone. “I need

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

he desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their

placed his

intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands

his entire

set out to fulfill

arranged to meet Cecilia at a

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

elapsed, Cecilia appeared

he wishes for you to deliver to me?”

glanced up and was

significantly altered; she had lost a

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

over Peter and he nodded after

she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower me

him know that I won’t pester

seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

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 more than

Cecilia remained reluctant

the French window in the hotel,

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in

was such an

he was trying to compensate her

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 at the bronze gate, as though expecting his little

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him Uncle

had passed, Mark came to

was an

together once again.

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

an elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain,

delicacy

nodded and then she

intimate that

imagined feeling jealous of

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

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

to hide his true feelings when interacting with

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