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 them

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

backgrounds, our

as

took all her willpower not to faint on

at this man, the man

the same as when he was with

Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to

as motionless as

too inarticulate to argue

that she

try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower her

she could

walked to

something about compensating her for her companionship over the past six

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

was just

he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back

atmosphere in the room was freezing

she said softly, “Don’t worry,

turned his

the dim light, their eyes met, and there was

used to

up from

soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a

she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark abandoned

door was

seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he

he sat slumped

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

the fork and spoon and slurped up the

Then…

didn’t know what to

there was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever

Cecilia’s departure, Mark lingered in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions,

and the bedroom was always

up, even going the extra mile by washing

of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise

phone clutched in his hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he couldn’t

on, the ashtray filled up and her call

accepted that their relationship had reached its

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

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

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

extinguished the cigarette

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having

He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material

his

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

away his entire personal fortune

set out to

arranged to meet Cecilia at a

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

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and

any messages he wishes for you

voice, Peter glanced

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

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

sense of unease washed over Peter and he

a few pages of one document, Cecilia delicately toyed with 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?

that I won’t pester

spoken her piece, it seemed as

considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her

not unfolded

she was nothing more than another one of

Cecilia remained

standing before the French window in the

Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in his

she was such

he was trying

extent of 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

tear-streaked face calling him

Mark came to the painful

was an immensely

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

with

exuded delicacy and

nodded and then she held onto

bond between the siblings appeared so intimate

feeling jealous

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

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

made no attempt to hide his true