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.

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

gazed up at

at her quietly for a prolonged

affectionately patted Mark and explained, “I ran into her on the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone

words didn’t provoke

a while, he spoke slowly,

Cecilia away to the designated

Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure

enter the

open the bedroom door

laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back

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

to call Peter. “Book a ticket

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him from

stern. “You

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

his gaze on

he smiled gently. “Do you believe

trembled, her body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out

her

want to

tears on

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. 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 passed

started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave.

and subjected her to degrading

slapped

you

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

a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex

Mark pinned Cecilia to

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

down

for him to stop

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

bear it any longer, she slapped him across the

the stinging slap, she buried her face in the

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

figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark

eyes,

emotions were a blend of sorrow and fear,

silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain

that posture, she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling

too embarrassed to face

mustered the strength to sit up and started dressing

diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out

also rose

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

moment, she slapped

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

in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but

for the best that

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

all too well

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love

this moment

that he had loved

door,

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

and invited her

to resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman,

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

of them shared a meal

silence

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

finished her meal, Mark called the

stood there in

His heart ached.

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

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.

arrived to

scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in college,

held the place of being Mark’s

Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone

had spent three years

exact history, he was convinced that she had been

tremor passed through

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

that her son’s only concern was Cecilia,

Cathy a glass of

soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies

taken aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance with

the

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

must

the spy they had

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s time for

gave a

the