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

smiled and said, “We’ve been together for, like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and

you expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do

was as

took all her willpower not to

at this man, the man who used

the same

just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to

motionless as

too inarticulate to

she loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything to fight for

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

nothing she could

up, walked to the window, and

compensating her for her

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

everything was just one big

eternity, but he didn’t hug her.

the

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

slowly turned his

and there was

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

up from the

soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very

explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the

door was slammed

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

slumped

of noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve cooked

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

Then…

know what

was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even

resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had

at household chores and the bedroom was always left

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

perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He

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

night wore on, the ashtray filled

Mark accepted that their relationship had

the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist

of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew,

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

at Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly

prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle something for

Cecilia lacked nothing, having

getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material

placed his order

affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in a divorce

practically giving away his entire personal

promptly set out to

arranged to meet Cecilia at a

arrived promptly wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and

for you

glanced

been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable

composed and soothing manner. However, when

over Peter and he nodded after

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

I won’t pester him

her piece, it seemed as

duration, she found herself in

Uncle Mark…

had called him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that

had not unfolded as she

nothing more than another one of his

Peter’s persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

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

Mark gazed down at the diamond

was such

could she accept whatever he was trying

places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie

tear-streaked face calling him

much time had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving on

an immensely challenging

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

exuded delicacy

nodded and then she held onto

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

he imagined feeling

experienced

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

attempt to hide his true feelings