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.

immense sadness within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm

at

at her quietly for a prolonged moment before

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

provoke Mark

After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the

Cecilia away to

in the direction

dare to enter

door

her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following

go,” Cecilia asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in

to call Peter. “Book a

sentence, Cecilia took hold

eyes grew stern.

courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had any intimate relations with

his

he smiled gently. “Do you believe

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

her shoulder

to

tears on the

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

Mark started unbuttoning

Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to

and subjected her

she slapped

you have feelings for

his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could

to have sex with you. Only you took

Cecilia to

I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for you after sleeping together a

broke down

wished for him to

prevented him from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from

bear it any longer, she slapped

her

with embarrassment. He lay there

graceful figure remained concealed, adorned

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in

return here. Listen, Cecilia, I

passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing

for an extended period,

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside

to sit up and started

her hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting

also rose

hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you

she slapped

Cecilia replied, “I’m fine. I can manage on my

hand froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally

the best that she

Even if he saw her off, what difference would it

knew all too well that after this

It was the end.

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

this moment that she harbored

had loved

the door, she

is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her. Why did you make her

Cecilia’s hand and invited her

to resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman,

intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car

the three of them shared

silence

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

Cecilia finished her meal, Mark called the driver

departed, Mark stood there

His heart ached.

right girl and wanted to

son wastroubled and left with 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

had arrived to pick up

entered the scene, he could sense

the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a ride and I couldn’t

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college,

she held the place of being Mark’s

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

spent three years

was convinced that she had

passed

to instruct Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was

even offer Cathy a glass

a soft

aback but he maintained his

a glance

understood the

moment, Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s

Cecilia must

Cathy was the spy they had been

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss

a slight

the car