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.

smoke, enshrouding them in

real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they

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

was as pale

her willpower not to faint

this man, the man

looked the same as when

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

sat there, as motionless

too inarticulate to argue

much that she couldn’t do anything

go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so

nothing she

up, walked to the window, and

something about compensating her for her companionship over the past

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

everything was just

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

atmosphere in the room was freezing

said softly, “Don’t

slowly turned his

their eyes met, and there was

used to call him “Uncle

stood up from the

the door behind her. She

It seemed

door was

be seen that there were tears in

slumped at

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

and slurped up the noodles. Soon, the bowl

Then…

didn’t know what to

this apartment.

the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which

not adept at household chores and the bedroom was

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

Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise

would undoubtedly answer,

ashtray filled up

Mark accepted that their

background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in

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

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

at Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette

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

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having

gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little meaning to

his order

Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer

his entire personal

objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

Peter arranged to meet

suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in front

appeared and stopped in front of

he wishes for you

her voice, Peter glanced up and was

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

speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired, “Is this

sense of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after a

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

considerable duration, she found herself in

Uncle Mark…

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

reality had not unfolded

that she was nothing more than another one of his

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant

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

gazed down at the

was such an

could she accept whatever he was trying

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

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him

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

was an

together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black

exuded delicacy and

then she held onto her

siblings appeared so intimate that it caused

he imagined feeling

reaction, experienced a

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

hide his true feelings when