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.

smoke, enshrouding them in a

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

Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social

face was as pale as

took all her willpower not to faint

at this man, the man who used to love her so

looked the same as when he was with

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 a porcelain

was too inarticulate to

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 would come and shower her with concern, not this

she

up, walked to the window,

for her companionship over

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

everything was just one big

an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back at

in the room

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

slowly turned his

and there was no trace of sweetness

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

weakly stood up from

the door behind her. She was a very

an explanation. It seemed

was slammed

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

sat slumped

bowl of noodles on it. It

the fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles.

Then…

didn’t know what

apartment. He even regretted ever coming here…

a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which

household chores and the bedroom was always left

frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing

to find sleep. He opted to

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

the night wore on, the ashtray filled up and

that their relationship

Cecilia’s privileged background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist

Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing

house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself.

the cigarette and slowly

in a measured tone. “I need you

Cecilia lacked nothing, having

envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and

placed his order

intended for Cecilia surpassed the

away his

promptly set out to

meet Cecilia

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

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped

have any messages he wishes for you to

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up and

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

composed and soothing

washed over Peter and he nodded after a moment’s

In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and

I

it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all

considerable duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

once convinced her

had not unfolded as she had

nothing

persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

the French window in the hotel,

gazed down at the diamond ring

she was such an

could she accept whatever he was trying

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

tear-streaked face

had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that

was an immensely challenging

together once again.

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

strapless dress, she adorned herself with a

exuded delicacy

then she held onto her

the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

imagined feeling

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

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

to hide his true feelings when interacting with