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.

a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a

up at Mark with tender

quietly for

her on the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering

provoke Mark

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

away to the

left, Zoey gazed in the

servants didn’t dare to enter the east

bedroom door and

the door closed, he pressed her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why

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

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

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

eyes grew stern.

scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had any intimate

fixed his gaze on

prolonged silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words

with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she

her

to hear the

on the brink

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

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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

and

she slapped

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you

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

to the bed,

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

broke down in

wished for him

retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if

longer, she slapped him

slap, she buried her

embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

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

eyes, flowing down

a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

his swollen eyes and spoke

after lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I no

grew fainter, the

she remained there for an

too embarrassed to face

to sit

hands trembled, she diligently put on

rose from the

“Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to

next moment, she

replied, “I’m fine. I can

hand froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He

the best that

else could he do? Even if he

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

It was the end.

merely another romantic affair, yet

so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she

that he had loved

opened the door, she

warm smile, Zoey asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

kind old woman,

saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car

three of

silence

and Mark had no appetite. He walked

meal, Mark called the driver to

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right

realizing that her 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

to pick up

he could sense the tension and deduced what

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college, studying

she held the place of being Mark’s first

an old flame was an entirely different

spent three

history, he was convinced that she had

tremor passed

Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

didn’t even offer Cathy a glass of

seemed unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies for causing

he maintained his

a

understood the unspoken

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

Cecilia must

was the spy they had

men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired.

a slight

entered the