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.

the smoke, enshrouding

smiled 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

our backgrounds, our

face was as

took all her willpower not to

the man who used to love her

this moment, Mark looked the same as when

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

sat there, as motionless as

inarticulate to argue

she couldn’t do anything

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

nothing she

walked to the window, and smoked

her for her companionship over the past

volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that

just

waited for what felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t

atmosphere in the room was

lips parted and she said softly, “Don’t

turned

their eyes met, and there was

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

weakly stood up from the sofa

behind her. She was a

end, she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark abandoned

was

seen that there were tears in his

sat slumped

it.

picked up the fork and spoon and slurped

Then…

didn’t know

was no Cecilia in this apartment.

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

adept at household chores and the bedroom was

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

for Mark to find sleep. He opted

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

the night wore on, the ashtray

Mark accepted that their relationship had reached its

privileged background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing the door

Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good for

the cigarette and slowly

up in a measured tone. “I need

nothing, having been

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

placed his order

Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in a divorce

practically giving away his entire personal fortune

set out to fulfill

arranged to meet Cecilia at a

He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat

appeared and

for you to

glanced up and

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

in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired,

of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after

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 such affection? I have no

I won’t

her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

considerable duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he

not unfolded

nothing more than another

Peter’s persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant

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

down at the diamond ring in his

such an innocent

he was trying

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

face calling him

came to the painful realization that

was an immensely challenging

fate brought them together once again. It happened at

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy and

and then she held onto her brother’s

so intimate that it caused Mark’s

feeling jealous of Waylen one

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

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

to hide his true feelings when interacting