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.

cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you here to keep my mom

at Mark with

her quietly for a prolonged

freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t

provoke

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

Mark guided Cecilia away to the designated

in the direction of their departure

to enter the east

bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

he pressed her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll have Peter

her back pressed against the door,

to call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this afternoon.

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

eyes grew stern. “You

her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss

fixed his gaze on

gently. “Do you believe the words of an

emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the

pressed her shoulder

to hear the

on the brink

isn’t after my status or wealth. You love me with 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

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

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 young girl like you. Do

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

slapped him across the

pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could you address me so

a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex

Cecilia to the bed, she wept

mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for you after sleeping together

down in

wished for him to stop

from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box

any longer,

her face in the

flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his

figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark

welled in Cecilia’s eyes,

a blend of sorrow and fear,

Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no

grew

for an extended period, slowly curling

to face anyone outside in such

the strength to sit up and started dressing

her hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes,

rose

your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car

she slapped his hand

fine. I can

for some time before finally

was for the best that she decided to

else could he do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would it

heavy with silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again,

It was the end.

affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love

this moment that she harbored no

that he had loved her once was

the door, she found Zoey

you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her. Why did

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to

kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m

son for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you to

the three of them shared a meal

unusual silence enveloped the

Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to

black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation

His heart ached.

right girl and wanted to settle

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 her

had arrived to

he could sense the tension

Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in

the place of

into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting

spent

unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by a foreign

passed

relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would

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

Cathy a

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

aback but he

exchanged a glance with

the

Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions in such

must

was the spy they

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s time for us to

a

the car