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.

exhaled the smoke, enshrouding them

is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they get tired of each

backgrounds, our

was as pale as

took all her willpower not to faint

looked at this man, the man who

this moment, Mark looked the same as when he was

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

as motionless as a porcelain

too inarticulate to argue

that she couldn’t do

and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower

she could do this

to

compensating her for her companionship

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

just one

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

the room was

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

slowly turned his

and there was no trace of sweetness in

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

from the sofa

behind her. She was a very simple girl

she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark abandoned

was

it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes.

he sat slumped at the

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t

and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon,

Then…

didn’t know

apartment.

departure, Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had

chores and the bedroom

himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments

fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on

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

the night wore on, the ashtray filled up and

their relationship had

the daughter of a wealthy

concern for Mark grew,

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

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly

in a measured tone. “I need you to

Cecilia lacked nothing,

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

his order

intended for Cecilia

his entire

promptly set out

following day, Peter arranged to meet

lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in front of

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped

any messages he wishes for you to

glanced up

a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had

a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner.

washed over Peter and he nodded

few pages of one document, Cecilia delicately toyed with the paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him

know that I won’t

it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

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

not unfolded as

she discovered that she was nothing more than another one

her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

Peter found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned to

departed, Mark gazed down at

such

whatever he was trying to compensate

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

face calling him

Mark came to the

was an immensely

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

in an elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading loosely down

exuded delicacy

and then she

between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

had he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

reaction, experienced

him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and

made no attempt to hide his true feelings