A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1191-1200

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

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

as

her willpower not to faint on

man, the man

same as when he was

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

sat there, as motionless

was too inarticulate to

much that she

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

was nothing she

walked to the window,

compensating her for her companionship over

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

just one

an eternity, but he

in the room was

said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans. I won’t badger

slowly turned his

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

she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle

from the sofa and

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

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

door was

that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely

slumped at

bowl of noodles on it. It

picked up the fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon,

Then…

know

Cecilia in this apartment. He even

a night, resting on the bed

household chores and the bedroom was always left in

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

of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to

hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t find the

the ashtray filled up and her call never

accepted that their relationship had reached

daughter of a

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

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

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and

spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been

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

his order

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

his entire personal

objections, Peter promptly set out

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming

suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with

appeared and stopped in front

messages he wishes for you to deliver

glanced

significantly

swiftly, Peter rose from his seat and courteously pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is this his

of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after

voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower me with such affection? I have no desire

him know that I

her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia

she found

Uncle Mark…

once convinced her that they

reality had not unfolded as

she discovered that she was nothing more

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained

the French window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After

Mark gazed down at the

was such an

she accept whatever he was trying to

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

tear-streaked face calling him Uncle

time had passed, Mark came to

was an immensely

them together once again. It happened at a dinner party in

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond

exuded delicacy

and then she

between the siblings appeared so intimate that

imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

Mark’s reaction, experienced a

Fowler, you and your sister

hide his true

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