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

tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A

you expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles… Do you think we’re suitable

was as

took all her willpower not to faint

the man who used to love her

Mark looked the same as when he was with

even inferior to Flora. At least Mark

there, as motionless

was too inarticulate to

she loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything to fight

sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower her with concern, not

she could do

to the window, and smoked

compensating her for her companionship over the

volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and

was just

like an eternity, but he didn’t

in the

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

slowly turned

eyes met, and there was no trace of

used to call him

from the sofa

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

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

door was

tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off the last of his

sat slumped at the

it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve cooked

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

Then…

didn’t know what

Cecilia in this apartment. He

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

at household chores and the bedroom was

himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during her

her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the sofa,

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

night wore on, the ashtray filled up and her

their relationship had reached its

the daughter of a wealthy

grew,

leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans,

Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly sank

spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been

a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after their breakup and

his order

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

giving away his entire personal

objections, Peter promptly set out

meet Cecilia at a

He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out in front of

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

he wishes for you to deliver to

her voice, Peter glanced up

month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight

Peter rose from his seat and courteously pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she

of unease washed over Peter and

delicately toyed with the paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game

I won’t pester him

seemed as though Cecilia had

duration, she found herself in

Uncle Mark…

had once convinced her

unfolded

nothing more than another one of

efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained

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

at

such an

could she accept whatever he was

consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie and others, he would cast

face

to the painful realization that moving on

was an

brought them together once again. It happened at a

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

adorned herself with a diamond chain, her

delicacy and

she held

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

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond that it makes

his