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

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

you expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re suitable for

was as pale

all her willpower not

this man, the man who used to love

moment, Mark looked the same as when he

plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least

sat there, as motionless

inarticulate to argue

she loved Mark so much that she couldn’t

and take her own life so her brother would come and shower her with

she

stood up, walked to the

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship over the past

but 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

everything was just one big

for what felt like an eternity, but he didn’t

the room was freezing

softly, “Don’t

slowly turned

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

he used to hold her in his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying to stop her from

stood up from the

as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need to

for an explanation. It seemed that she had

was

seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers

slumped

noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia

up the fork and spoon and slurped

Then…

didn’t know what

in this apartment. He even regretted

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

not adept at household chores and the bedroom

up, even going the extra mile by washing

trace of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise

his hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just

night wore on, the ashtray filled up and her

their relationship had reached its

a wealthy family, why would she persist

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

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

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into

in a measured tone.

nothing,

desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little

placed his order

aback by the gravity of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands

giving away his entire personal fortune

any objections, Peter promptly set out

meet Cecilia at

his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia

Cecilia appeared and

he wishes for

glanced up

significantly

Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the

Peter and he nodded after a

slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he

that I won’t pester him any

piece, it seemed as though Cecilia

she found

Uncle Mark…

long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together

unfolded as she had

that she was nothing

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

before the French window in the hotel, his back turned

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at

she was such an innocent

accept whatever he was trying to compensate her

never 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 with Charlie and others, he would cast a glance at the bronze gate, as though expecting his little girl to appear any

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling

came to the painful realization that

was an

brought them together once again. It

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

herself with a diamond chain,

exuded delicacy

she held

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused Mark’s

had he imagined feeling

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share

his true feelings when interacting with