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.

exhaled the smoke, enshrouding

right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they

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

was as pale as

willpower not to faint on the

just looked at this man, the man who used to love her

same as

just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t even

motionless as a porcelain

too inarticulate to argue with

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

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

she could do

stood up, walked to the window, and

her for

but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn

just

like an eternity, but he didn’t

atmosphere in the room was freezing

softly, “Don’t

turned his

and there was no trace of sweetness

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

up from

She was a

ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had

door was slammed

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

he sat slumped at the

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

up the fork and spoon and slurped up

Then…

didn’t know what to

apartment. He

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

and the bedroom

himself to frequently tidy up, even going the

it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on

to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear

wore on, the ashtray filled up and her call

their relationship had

background, being the daughter of a

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

to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking

the cigarette and slowly sank into the

prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you

nothing, having been together for

never envisioned getting

placed his order

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

away his

Peter promptly set out to fulfill

arranged to meet

played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out

Cecilia appeared and stopped

he wishes for you

her voice, Peter glanced

over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight

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

washed over Peter and he nodded

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 such affection? I have

that I won’t

her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended

she found herself

Uncle Mark…

His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever,

unfolded as she had

she was nothing

her, Cecilia remained

Peter found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned

down at the diamond ring

she was such an

whatever he was trying to compensate

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

her tear-streaked face calling

passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving

was an immensely challenging

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

exuded delicacy and

and then she held

appeared so intimate that

imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler,

made no attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting