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

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

expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do

as pale as

took all her willpower not

the man who used to

this moment, Mark looked the same

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

there, as motionless as

too inarticulate to argue with

she loved Mark so much that she couldn’t

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

was nothing she

stood up, walked to the window,

muttered something about compensating her for her companionship

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

was just one

for what felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t even look back

the

and she said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr.

slowly turned his

met, and there was no trace of sweetness

used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying to stop her from

stood up from the

as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need

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

was slammed

could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His

sat slumped

of noodles on it. It didn’t

slurped up the noodles. Soon,

Then…

didn’t know what

was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever

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

at household chores and

himself to frequently tidy up, even going

to find sleep. He opted to

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

as the night wore on, the ashtray filled up and

that their relationship

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

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

smoke inside the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you

Mark extinguished the cigarette and

a measured

Cecilia lacked nothing,

getting another girlfriend after their breakup and material possessions

his

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

his entire

Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

to meet Cecilia

He played with his cigarette lighter as he

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front of

wishes for you to deliver to me?” she

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up and was

month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered;

to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she directly inquired,

Peter and he nodded after a

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

that I won’t pester him

as though Cecilia had expended

duration, she

Uncle Mark…

long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he would protect her

had not unfolded as

discovered that she was nothing

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

French window in the hotel, his

at the diamond ring in

was such

accept whatever he was trying to

the 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 cast a glance at the bronze gate, as though expecting

envisioned her tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the

an immensely challenging

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy

she held onto her brother’s

so intimate that it caused Mark’s

imagined feeling jealous of Waylen one

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense

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

attempt to hide his true feelings