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 in

Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they get tired of each

expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social

face was as pale as

took all her willpower not to faint on

man who used to love her so

the same as when

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

there, as motionless as a porcelain

inarticulate to argue with

that she couldn’t do anything

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

she could do this

to the window,

for her companionship over the

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

just

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

the room

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

turned his

eyes met, and there was no trace of sweetness in

to call him

stood up from the

her. She

for an explanation. 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

sat slumped at the

on it. It didn’t

slurped up the noodles. Soon, the

Then…

didn’t know what

Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming here…

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

adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left in

himself to frequently tidy up, even going

for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the sofa, accompanied by a

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

the ashtray filled up and

Mark accepted that their relationship had

a wealthy

break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew,

“Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good for

extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank

up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle something

lacked nothing, having

getting another

his

intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in

was practically giving away his

promptly set out to fulfill

day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at

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

had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

messages he wishes for you to deliver

her voice, Peter glanced up and

Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had

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

of unease washed over Peter and

toyed with the paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely

him know that I won’t pester

as though Cecilia had

duration, she found herself

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

reality had not unfolded as

discovered that she was nothing more than another one of

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant

window in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After a prolonged silence,

down at the

she was such an innocent

could she accept whatever he was

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

tear-streaked face calling

time had passed, Mark came to the painful realization

an

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy

and then she held

so intimate that it caused Mark’s eyelids

feeling jealous of Waylen one

reaction, experienced a sense of

she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close

made no attempt to hide his true feelings when