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

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

at our backgrounds, our

as pale

willpower not to

just looked at this man, the man who

same as when

turned out that he just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least

sat there, as motionless as a porcelain

too inarticulate to argue with

loved Mark so much that she

go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take

was nothing she could do

walked to the window, and

for her companionship over the past

she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell

was just

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

the room was freezing

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

slowly turned his

there was no trace

hold her in his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying to stop her from

stood up from the sofa and

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

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

door was

were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished

he sat slumped at

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

and slurped up the noodles. Soon, the bowl was

Then…

know what

there was no Cecilia in this apartment.

on the bed amidst

not adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left

up, even going

Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on

call, he would undoubtedly answer, content

on, the ashtray filled up and her call never

their

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

for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by pushing

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

cigarette

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been

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

placed his order

love affair. The gift Mark intended for

practically giving away his entire personal fortune to

Peter promptly set out

day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming coffee

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

appeared and stopped in front of

you have any messages he wishes for you

Peter glanced up and was

slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly

pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack of documents, she

over Peter and he nodded after a

“Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower me with such affection? I have no desire

know that I won’t pester

as

she found herself in a

Uncle Mark…

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

unfolded as she

she was nothing more

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

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

departed, Mark gazed down at the

such

he was trying to compensate her

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 his little girl

face

much time had passed, Mark came to the

was an immensely

fate brought them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

in an elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair

delicacy and

she held

intimate that

imagined feeling jealous of

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

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

attempt to hide his true feelings when interacting