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

at Mark

her quietly for a

the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning

words didn’t provoke Mark to

a while, he spoke slowly,

Mark guided Cecilia away to the designated

the direction of their departure and sighed

dare to enter the east corridor

the bedroom door and gently ushered

“Why are you

pressed against the door, tears brimming in

for his phone to call Peter. “Book

sentence, Cecilia took

stern. “You must

gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me

fixed his gaze

smiled gently. “Do you believe

engaged in conflicts, she knew

pressed her

to hear the

tears on

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 to me that night, of your own

started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I

and subjected

slapped him

“Mark, you have feelings for me,

to kiss her. “When a man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t

Mark? What a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex with you.

to the bed, she

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

broke down

for him

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

any longer, she slapped

she buried her face in

flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his

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

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining

silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in hushed

lunch. Don’t return here. Listen,

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing her

there for an extended period, slowly curling

had no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside

the strength to sit up and started

trembled, she diligently put on her clothes,

rose

her elbow, he said with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take

she slapped his

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

some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but restrained

the best that she decided to

if he saw her

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

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely fallen in love

realized at this moment that

that he had loved

door,

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

hand and invited her to join

the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia

saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch.

the three of them

silence enveloped

appetite. He walked

meal, Mark called the driver to take her

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there

His heart ached.

found the right girl and

she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but

had arrived to

scene, he could

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college, studying engineering just like

place of being Mark’s first

Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated

had spent three years

her exact history, he was convinced that she

passed through

Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy to

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

offer Cathy a glass of

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

was taken aback but he

a glance

understood the

of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make

must have

spy they had been looking

working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

as if nothing had transpired.

gave a slight

the car