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 a

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

Look at our backgrounds, our social circles…

was as pale as

willpower not to faint

this man, the man who used

looked the same as when

that he 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 get

sat there, as motionless as a porcelain

was too inarticulate to argue

loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do

pretending to try and take her own life so

was nothing she

to the

compensating her for her

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

everything was just one big

he didn’t hug her. He

in the room

she said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr.

turned

and there was no trace of sweetness in their

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

from the

door behind her. She was a

ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark

door was

as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His

slumped at the

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

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

Then…

know

Cecilia in this apartment. He even

Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on

at household chores and the

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

Mark to find sleep.

if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t

night wore on, the ashtray filled up and her

Mark accepted that their

daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

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

overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking

extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into

Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to

nothing, having been together

envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and

his order

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

giving away his entire personal fortune

any objections, Peter promptly set out to

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia

brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting

fifteen minutes had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

any messages he wishes for you to deliver to

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up and was

only been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight and looked

a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed

sense of unease washed over Peter

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 no desire

him know that I won’t pester him

piece, it seemed as though

a considerable duration, she found herself in

Uncle Mark…

Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once

not unfolded

that she was nothing more than another

her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring

she was such an innocent

accept whatever he was trying to

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

her tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the painful realization that

an immensely challenging

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

in an elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading

exuded delicacy

and then she held

appeared so intimate that

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

experienced a

to approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your

made no attempt to hide his