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.

enshrouding them

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 each

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

as pale as a

willpower not to faint on

at this man, the man

Mark looked the same as when he was with

No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At

sat there, as motionless

too inarticulate to argue

that she couldn’t do anything to

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

was nothing she

stood up, walked to the window, and smoked

her for her

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

just one big

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

in the room was freezing

said softly, “Don’t worry,

turned

the dim light, their eyes met, and there was

him playfully. She used to call

stood up from the sofa

as she closed the door behind her. She was

It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that

door was

soon as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off the last of

slumped

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia

fork and spoon and slurped up the noodles. Soon,

Then…

didn’t know what to

Cecilia in this apartment. He

Cecilia’s departure, Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her

household chores and the bedroom

even going the extra mile

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

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

as the night wore on, the ashtray filled up

their relationship had reached its

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

break 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

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into

in a measured tone. “I

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for

he desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup

his order

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

practically giving away his

objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at

lighter as he sat waiting for

minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared

wishes for you to deliver to me?” she

Peter glanced

appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of

Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the

washed over Peter and he nodded after a moment’s

said, “Since this is merely a game

that I

piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended

duration, she

Uncle Mark…

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

unfolded

she was nothing more than another

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained

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

at the diamond ring in

she was such

accept whatever he was trying to

of his love for someone. He managed fine at work, but 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

her tear-streaked face

came to the

an

once again. It happened at a dinner party in

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

adorned herself with a diamond chain, her

exuded delicacy and

nodded and then she held

so intimate that

had he imagined feeling

reaction, experienced

him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler,

to hide his true feelings when