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

this is real life. A man and a woman date

expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think

face was as pale as a

her willpower not to faint on

man, the man who used to love

the same

inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t even get him to

as motionless as a

too inarticulate to argue with

she couldn’t do anything

sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and

was nothing she could

to the

her for her

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

was just one big

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

the room was freezing

softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans. I

turned his

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

his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet

stood up from the

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

an explanation. It seemed that she had

was

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

slumped

of noodles on it.

and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon,

Then…

know

there was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted

the apartment for a night, resting on the

chores and the bedroom was always left in

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

to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle

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

wore on, the ashtray filled up and her call

Mark accepted that their relationship had

the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist

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

“Mr. Evans,

extinguished the cigarette

a prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle something

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little meaning

placed his order

Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of

giving away his entire personal fortune to

Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

following day, Peter 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

appeared and stopped

messages he wishes for you

voice, Peter glanced

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

out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and

over Peter and he nodded after a

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

know that I won’t

piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended

a considerable duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

promises had once convinced her

not unfolded

was nothing more than another

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia

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

down at the diamond ring

was such

he was trying

his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around,

tear-streaked face calling him

Mark came to the painful realization

an

a week later, fate brought them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy

nodded and then she held

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate

feeling jealous

Mark’s reaction, experienced

an opportunity to approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler,

made no attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting with

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