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

at Mark with tender

quietly for a prolonged moment before

and explained, “I ran into her on the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I

words didn’t provoke Mark to

while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in

Cecilia away to the designated

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction

to enter the east corridor

bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll have Peter book

asserted, her back pressed against

his phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket for

finish his sentence, Cecilia took

eyes grew stern. “You

Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told

fixed his gaze on

silence, he smiled gently. “Do

she knew she had to find out the truth today. She

pressed her shoulder

want to hear

tears on

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 to me that night, of your own accord. How could I resist? Six

unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt

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.

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to degrading

she slapped him across

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for me, don’t

the bed 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 thrown yourself into my arms? And how could you address me so

naive fool! I merely wanted to have

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed,

Mark’s eyes as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility

down in

for him to stop

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

any longer, she slapped him across

buried her face in the quilt and sobbed

with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering

Cecilia’s graceful figure remained

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing

sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

his swollen eyes and

lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I

grew fainter, the pain

there for an extended period, slowly

too embarrassed to face

strength to sit

diligently put on her

also rose

voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward,

moment, she slapped his hand

replied, “I’m fine. I

some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to

for the best that

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

hung 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, and she would never call

It was the end.

merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love

at this moment that she

had

Cecilia opened the door, she found

Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You

Zoey took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia

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

of

silence

continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled

her meal, Mark called the driver to take her to

black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there

His heart ached.

and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right

refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to

had arrived to pick up

he entered the scene, he could sense the

“Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up.

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in

she held the place of being

project, Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone

Cathy had spent three

exact history, he was convinced

passed through

arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in

son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm

even offer Cathy

lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she

but he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance with

the

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

must have

the spy they had been

his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s time for us

a slight

the car with