A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The car belonged to Flora, who was accompanied by her new boyfriend for the night. They intended to spend it together.

Noticing Cecilia from a distance, Flora instructed the driver to stop the car.

The car came to a halt, and Flora gracefully stepped out, her slim waist swaying. She said kindly, “Why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night? Let me take you home. Otherwise, if your Uncle Mark finds out tomorrow, he might blame me for being incompetent.”

Disgust welled up within Cecilia upon hearing these words.

She continued walking forward.

At that moment, a handsome young man alighted from the car and wrapped his arms around Flora’s waist, inquiring, “Who is this?”

Cecilia turned around.

Flora cozied up to the man, her smile taking on a coquettish charm. “What? Are you really that naive? Isn’t it normal for men and women to mingle? Am I supposed to be loyal to Mark? Besides, since you came into the picture, he hasn’t laid a finger on me. I believe I can have some fun with other men.”

Cecilia’s breath grew unsteady.

What did Flora just say? Mark… Mark wasn’t with Flora?

Cecilia couldn’t fathom why Mark had lied to her.

Sensing Cecilia’s doubts, Flora decided to be somewhat helpful.

Approaching Cecilia, Flora straightened her clothes and said with indifference, “It’s been a while since Mark and I were together. I’m well aware that he has no feelings for me, despite my dream of becoming his wife. This time, he came back to me but there was no intimacy, so I know he won’t marry me. He won’t even touch me, so it’s clear where I stand.”

They were no strangers to intimacy.

Mark’s lack of interest in Flora indicated his lack of affection for her.

Cecilia stood still, looking at Flora as she murmured, “Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I feel sorry for you.”

Flora smiled, her gaze full of pity. “Look at you. He must have shattered your heart. Alright…

I painfully revealed the truth. If you want to know everything, ask Mark directly. Only he knows what he’s thinking.”

After uttering those words, Flora wrapped her arms around her young companion and shared a passionate kiss.

Then, the two got back into the car.

As the driver started the car, Cecilia rushed over and stopped it. Flora and her companion were lost in their embrace in the backseat, and the sudden braking really startled them.

The driver said apologetically, “Miss Fowler stopped the car.”

Ignoring the awkward situation, Cecilia opened the car door and squeezed into the vehicle, making her way to Flora’s side.

The ambiance grew exceedingly awkward.

Flora’s clothing lay in tatters, baring a substantial expanse of her skin.

The man’s attire appeared disheveled and unkempt.

“Take me to the airport,” Cecilia uttered in a rigid tone.

Flora’s face turned pale with anger. “Do I owe you anything?”

Cecilia remained resolute, refusing to budge from her seat.

The man smiled and placated Flora, “Just give her a ride.”

He held great affection for Flora and secretly hoped that Cecilia’s presence might prompt Mark to reconsider, granting him a chance with Flora. Each had their own motivations in mind. The driver directed the car towards the airport.

Throughout the journey, Cecilia wept, consumed by the thought that Mark might be facing undisclosed troubles.

As Flora busied herself with reattaching her clothes, her desire for any intimacy vanished, dampened by Cecilia’s constant tears.

Late into the night, with no flights available, Cecilia sat alone in the lounge, clutching a ticket for the earliest departure to Czanch on the following day.

She could have gone home first.

But impatience gripped her and she chose to sit and wait here.

The idea of calling Mark crossed her mind, but she hesitated, fearing that he might not answer.

In the distance, a group of people passed by.

Seven individuals surrounded a handsome man, making their way toward the VIP passage.

The man glanced around and noticed a young woman sitting alone in the empty departure lounge, her sorrow evident from her posture.

From behind, she bore a striking resemblance to Cecilia.

But why was Cecilia here? Would she cry once again tonight?

Mark stood there silently for a long while until Peter’s reminder broke his reverie, “Mr. Evans, the private plane is about to depart.”

With a deep sigh, Mark averted his gaze and hastened into the VIP passage.

Back in Czanch, Mark found himself caught up in an emergency meeting, which kept him occupied throughout the morning.

Only by noon did he manage to return home.

Lunchtime approached and the servants bustled about preparing the meal. Mark inquired from the staff and learned that a guest from Duefron was coming to visit. Zoey was elated and even brought out vegetables she had grown herself.

Aguest from Duefron…

Mark speculated that it might be Eloise. He lit a cigarette and made his way towards the kitchen to greet the visitor.

However, as he made his way there, he froze.

There, on the stone bench, sat his little girl, engaging in lively conversation with her mother while they prepared vegetables for cooking.

The scene triggered a poignant sense of nostalgia, evoking memories of beautiful times from the past.

Mark’s eyes welled up with emotion.

Momentarily lost for words, he locked his gaze on Cecilia. He realized she was wearing the same clothes he saw her in at the airport last night. It dawned on him that she was the very person he encountered there, waiting throughout the entire night.

What a fool she had been! Cecilia had patiently waited at the airport throughout the night just to catch the earliest flight to see him.

behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello,

up at Mark with tender

Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before

was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t leave her out there. Do you

provoke

he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll take her

away to the

in the direction of

to enter the east corridor without

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered

his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch.

pressed against

his phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him

grew stern. “You

Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had any intimate relations with

fixed his

“Do you believe the words

Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she

her shoulder

to hear the

on the brink of

all your heart and that’s something I find refreshing. By the way, have you forgotten the first time we were intimate? It was in the hospital when Rena’s fate weighed heavily on my mind. I didn’t know if Alexis would survive and the stress was overwhelming. Yet, you came to me that night, of your own accord. How could I resist? Six

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he

crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I no longer wish to play with a

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected

she slapped

Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have

and began to kiss her. “When a man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly

naive fool! I merely wanted to have

pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept

in Mark’s eyes as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored

broke down in

him to stop

Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things to

to bear it any longer, she slapped him across the

stinging slap, she buried her face in the quilt and

He lay there despondently, covering his

embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining

Mark shielded his swollen

return here. Listen, Cecilia, I no

moment, her sobs grew fainter,

posture, she remained there for an extended

no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face

strength to sit up and

on

also rose

have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a

the next moment, she slapped his hand

“I’m fine. I can manage on my

finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but

for the best

if he saw her off, what

doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again,

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet

at this moment that

he had

opened the door, she found Zoey standing

you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you.

and invited her

of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m going

before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so

the three of them shared

unusual silence enveloped the

to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the

called the driver to take

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a

His heart ached.

repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did

little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually she decided to hold back

arrived to pick up

he entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what

brow furrowed as he whispered to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just

she held the place of being Mark’s first

the picture. Encountering an old flame was

graduating, Cathy had spent

unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that she had

tremor passed through Mark’s

in the past and acquainted with

that her son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was

even offer Cathy

of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my

taken aback but he maintained his composure

a

the unspoken

for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions in such

Cecilia must

spy they

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson,

a slight

entered the