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

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

our backgrounds, our social circles…

as pale

all her willpower not to

man who used to love

this moment, Mark looked the same

to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other

sat there, as motionless as a

too inarticulate to

Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything to

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

was nothing she could do

walked to the window,

compensating her for

she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn

everything was just one

he

in the room

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

turned

the dim light, their eyes met, and there was no trace of sweetness in their

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

up from the sofa and

her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need to hide her

she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed

was

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

sat slumped at the

on it.

picked up the fork and spoon and slurped up the

Then…

didn’t know what

in this apartment. He even

lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst

was not adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left

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

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

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

wore on, the ashtray filled up

their relationship had reached its

privileged background, being the daughter of a

concern for Mark grew, and he entered

smoke inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good for your

Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank into the

up in a measured tone. “I need you

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been

her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions held little

placed his order

by the 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

Peter promptly set out

arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming

suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack

Cecilia appeared and stopped in

you have any messages he wishes for

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up and was taken

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

a composed and soothing manner.

sense of unease washed over Peter and he

“Since this is merely

I

her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had expended all

duration, she found

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 would protect her

unfolded

that she was nothing more than another one of his

Cecilia

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

at the diamond ring in

such an innocent

whatever he was trying to compensate

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 gate, as though

tear-streaked face calling him

to the

was an

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her

delicacy and

nodded and then she

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

had he imagined feeling jealous

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense

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

to hide his true feelings when interacting with