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

Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date

Look at our backgrounds, our

was as pale

willpower not to faint

this man, the man who used

this moment, Mark looked the same as when he was

turned out that he just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other

sat there, as motionless as a

too inarticulate to

loved Mark so much that she

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

was nothing she could do this

walked to the

compensating her for her companionship over the past six

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

was just

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

atmosphere in the room was freezing

parted and she said softly, “Don’t worry,

slowly turned

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

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,

from the sofa

She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need to hide

ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality

door was slammed

seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled,

sat slumped at

noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing.

slurped up the noodles.

Then…

didn’t know

in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming

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

household chores and the bedroom was always

tidy up, even going the extra mile by

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

phone clutched in his hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even

on, the ashtray filled

that their relationship

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

Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing the door

pervasive smoke inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into the

measured tone. “I

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having

gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions

his

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

practically giving away his entire personal

promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at

cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front of

any messages he wishes for you to

glanced up and

had significantly altered;

a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly

unease washed over Peter and

her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is

him know that I

seemed as though Cecilia had expended all

considerable duration, she

Uncle Mark…

His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he would protect

reality had not unfolded as

nothing more than another one of his

persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant

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

down at the diamond

she was such an innocent

could she accept whatever he was

dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with

face

to the

was an

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy

and then she held onto her

appeared so intimate that it caused

had he imagined feeling jealous

Mark’s reaction, experienced a

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

hide his true