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.

the 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 for a few months, and then they get tired of

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

as pale as

not to faint

this man, the man who used

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 hand, couldn’t even

sat there, as motionless as

too inarticulate

she couldn’t do anything

couldn’t go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so

nothing she could

walked to the

compensating her for her companionship

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

just one

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

the room was freezing

she said softly, “Don’t worry,

turned his

their eyes met, and there was no trace of

she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet

up from the sofa and

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

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

door was slammed

soon as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his

he sat slumped at the

a bowl of noodles on it. It

up the fork and spoon and slurped

Then…

know what

no Cecilia in this apartment. He

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

at household chores and the bedroom was

however, took it upon himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled

of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the sofa, accompanied by a

mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if

wore on, the ashtray filled up and her call

Mark accepted that their relationship

a wealthy family, why would she

the break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing

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

cigarette and

a measured tone. “I need you

Cecilia lacked nothing,

he desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another

placed his order

intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would

was practically giving away his entire personal fortune

set out

meet

wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

wishes for you to

her voice, Peter glanced up

Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost

to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However,

of unease washed over Peter

turning a 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 and me, why must he shower me with such affection? I have no

him know that I won’t pester him any

it seemed as

considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

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

reality had not unfolded as she had

she was nothing more

to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

French window in the hotel, his back turned

departed, Mark gazed down at

was such

she accept whatever he was trying to compensate her

every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him

time had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that

was an immensely

week later, fate brought them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

exuded delicacy

then she held onto her

intimate that

imagined feeling

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

Fowler, you and your sister

no attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting with