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.

enshrouding them in

and 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, and then they get

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

as pale as a

took all her willpower not to faint on

the man

moment, Mark looked the same as when

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

sat there, as motionless as a

inarticulate to argue with

loved Mark so much that she couldn’t

take

she could

to the window, and smoked

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship

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

everything was just one

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

in the room was

softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans. I won’t

turned his

dim light, their eyes met, and there was

She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying to stop her

from the sofa

into sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple

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

was

there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off

sat slumped at

on it. It didn’t look

picked up the fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles.

Then…

know

was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted

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

adept at household chores and the bedroom

up, even going

her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find

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

ashtray filled up

their relationship had

of a

Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the

reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should

at Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette

a measured tone. “I need you to handle

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little meaning

placed his

intended for Cecilia surpassed

giving away his entire

promptly set out to fulfill

arranged to meet Cecilia at

promptly wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in

appeared

messages he wishes for you to

glanced up and was taken

had significantly altered; she had lost a

in a composed and

washed over Peter and he nodded

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

him know that I won’t

it seemed as though Cecilia had

considerable duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

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

had not unfolded as she

nothing more than another one of his

her, Cecilia remained reluctant

window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter.

departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring

was such

she accept whatever he was

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

tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the painful

an immensely challenging

together once again. It happened at

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

exuded delicacy and

nodded and then she held onto her brother’s

between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

imagined feeling

reaction, experienced

a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond

to hide his true feelings

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