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

“We’ve been together for, like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a

at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do

was as pale as a

not to

at this man, the man who used

this moment, Mark looked the same as when he was with

fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t even get him

there, as motionless as a

was too inarticulate to argue with

she loved Mark so much that she couldn’t

go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother

was nothing she could

up, walked to the window, and

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship over

tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly

was just one

waited for what felt like an eternity, but he

atmosphere in the room was

she said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans.

turned his

their eyes met, and there was no trace of sweetness

while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled

weakly stood up from

closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and

explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted

was slammed

be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His

sat slumped

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t look

the fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon, the

Then…

know what

Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming

lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the

household chores and the bedroom was always left

frequently tidy up, even going the extra

to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on

were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to

wore on, the ashtray filled up and

Mark accepted that their relationship had

being the daughter of a wealthy family,

Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing

overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you

cigarette and

measured

Cecilia lacked nothing, having

envisioned getting another girlfriend

his order

affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most

was practically giving away his entire

Peter promptly set out to fulfill

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at a

suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of

elapsed, Cecilia appeared

for you

voice, Peter glanced up

Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount

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

Peter and he nodded after

In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a

him know that I won’t

as though Cecilia had expended all

duration, she

Uncle Mark…

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

had not unfolded as she

nothing more than

Peter’s persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia

in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After

down at the diamond ring in his

such

could she accept whatever he was

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 girl to appear any

her tear-streaked face calling him

had passed, Mark came to the

was an immensely challenging

together once again. It happened at

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy and

she held onto

siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

feeling

reaction, experienced a sense

approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond that it

hide his true

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