A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1191-1200

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

Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and

Look at our backgrounds, our social circles…

face was as pale

not to

at this man, the man who used to

looked the same

a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark

as motionless as a

inarticulate to argue

so much that she couldn’t do anything to fight

to try and take her own life

was nothing she

stood up, walked to the window, and

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship over

tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell

just

felt like an eternity, but he

in the room

said softly, “Don’t worry,

turned

and there was no trace of

to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice.

stood up from the sofa

door behind her. She was a

an explanation. It seemed

was slammed

could be seen that there were tears in his

he sat slumped at the

of noodles on it. It didn’t

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

Then…

didn’t know what to

no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever

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

and the

to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by

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

hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t find the

ashtray filled up and her

accepted that their

of a

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

inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so

Peter, Mark extinguished the cigarette and

silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to handle something for

lacked nothing, having

never envisioned getting

his

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

away his entire personal fortune to

promptly set out to fulfill

Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming

cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped

you have any messages he wishes for you to deliver to

glanced

had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight and

seat and courteously pulled out 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

washed over Peter and he

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

know that I won’t

as though Cecilia

duration, she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they

had not unfolded as she

discovered that she was nothing more

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant

report, Peter found Mark standing before the French window in the

Mark gazed down at

such an

he was trying to

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

her tear-streaked face calling him

to the painful

an immensely challenging

once again. It happened

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair

delicacy

she held onto her

between the siblings appeared so intimate that it caused Mark’s eyelids to

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

Mark’s reaction, experienced

air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your

to hide his true

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