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.

enshrouding

Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they

backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re suitable

was as

all her willpower not to faint on

at this man, the man

same as when he

viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark

motionless as a porcelain

was too inarticulate

Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything to

go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take

was nothing she could do

walked to the window, and smoked

for her

the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell her that he

was just one big

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

the room was freezing

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

turned

dim light, their eyes met, and there was no trace of sweetness

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

from the sofa

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

explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted

door was slammed

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

he sat slumped at

was a bowl of noodles on it. It

the fork and spoon and slurped

Then…

didn’t know what

was no Cecilia in this apartment.

resting on the bed

chores and the bedroom was always left

it upon himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by

making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted

to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t find the

ashtray

their relationship

of a wealthy family, why would she persist

break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and

leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care

extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into

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

nothing,

gift. He never envisioned getting

his

affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia

was practically giving away his entire personal

any objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill

day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at

his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in

any messages he wishes for you to

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up

it had only been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she

attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is this his compensation

washed over Peter and

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

him know that I won’t pester him

it seemed as though Cecilia had expended

duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

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

had not unfolded as

was nothing more than

Cecilia remained

French window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After a prolonged silence, Mark uttered, “I

Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in

such an

she accept whatever he was trying to compensate her

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

tear-streaked face calling him

Mark came to

was an immensely challenging

later, fate brought them together once again. It happened at a dinner party in

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy and

nodded and then she held onto her brother’s

between the siblings appeared so intimate that it

feeling

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense

air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your

to hide his true feelings