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.

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

at Mark

turn, Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking a

Mark 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,

didn’t provoke

he spoke slowly, “Let her

guided Cecilia away to the

left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and

dare to enter the east corridor without Mark’s

door and gently ushered

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

against the door, tears

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

could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold

stern. “You

like this, 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

his

“Do you believe the

emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew

pressed her

to hear the

quivered, tears on the brink of

“You can’t handle the truth. But if you insist, I’ll tell you. Before you, there was Miss Holt, Miss Green, Miss Smith… They were all pragmatic. You know what’s different about you? Unlike them, a young and inexperienced woman like you isn’t after my status or wealth. You love me with all your heart and that’s something I find refreshing.

unbuttoning

me to have you? Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once.

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to degrading

response, she slapped

Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If

to have sex with you.

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept

as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m

down in

wished for him

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

to bear it any longer, she slapped him across the

stinging slap, she buried her face in

embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his eyes with his

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

eyes, flowing down

a blend of sorrow and fear,

his swollen eyes

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer desire

moment, her sobs grew fainter,

she remained there for an extended period, slowly

feeling too embarrassed to face

to sit up and started dressing

she diligently put on her clothes, gradually

rose

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

the next moment, she slapped his hand

fine. I can

time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say

was for the best that she

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

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she had

realized at this moment that she harbored no

that he had loved

the door, she found

Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should

Zoey took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join

grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied,

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

of

unusual silence enveloped the

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

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take her

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle

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.

to pick up

scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what was

to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a ride and I

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in

she held the place of being Mark’s

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

graduating, Cathy had spent three

unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that she

tremor passed through

a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey,

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

didn’t even offer Cathy a glass

by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she

aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

a

understood the unspoken

edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything

Cecilia must have

Cathy was the spy they had been

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 to

a slight

entered the