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.

enshrouding

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

backgrounds, our social circles…

was as pale

willpower not to faint

looked at this man, the man who used to love

looked the same as when

Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t even get him to

motionless as a porcelain

too inarticulate to argue with

she couldn’t do

go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower her with

nothing she could do this

walked to the window,

compensating her for

didn’t respond, but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly,

was just one

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

in the room

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

slowly turned

met, and there was

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

up from

She was a very simple girl

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

door was

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

slumped

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t

fork and spoon and slurped up the

Then…

didn’t know

in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming here…

in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions, which he

was not adept at household chores and the bedroom was always

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

perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the sofa, accompanied by

Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her

night wore on, the ashtray filled up and

that their relationship had reached

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

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

him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively

Mark extinguished the cigarette and slowly

prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone.

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for

bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend

placed his order

for Cecilia surpassed

away his entire personal

promptly set out to

arranged to meet Cecilia at a

as he sat waiting for Cecilia

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in front

any messages he wishes for you

glanced

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

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

of unease washed over Peter and he nodded

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

I

seemed as

a considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

called him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced

not unfolded

discovered that she was nothing

Peter’s persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

in the hotel, his back turned to Peter. After a prolonged silence, Mark uttered,

gazed down at the diamond

was such an innocent

he was trying to compensate

consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him

Mark came to

an immensely challenging

once again.

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading loosely down her

exuded delicacy and

she held onto

so intimate that it caused

he imagined feeling jealous of Waylen

experienced a

an opportunity to approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond that it

hide his true