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.

With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm

up at Mark

looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking

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

provoke Mark

while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay

guided Cecilia away

in the direction of their departure and

servants didn’t dare to enter the east corridor without

the bedroom door and

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

against the door, tears brimming in

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

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

grew stern. “You must

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

fixed his gaze

prolonged silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe

Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused

her

to hear

on the brink of

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

unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I no longer wish to play with a young girl

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

she slapped

you have

sneer, Mark pushed her onto the bed and began to kiss her. “When a man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown

to have sex with you. Only

Cecilia to the bed, she wept

I’m merely enamored

broke down

him to

a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as

bear it any longer, she slapped him across

slap, she buried her face

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

embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining

a prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in

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

sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing

there for an extended period, slowly curling up

embarrassed to face anyone outside

mustered the strength to sit

trembled, she diligently put on

also rose

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

the next moment, she slapped his hand

“I’m fine. I can manage on

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

best that she decided

else could he do? Even if he

hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting,

It was the end.

affair, yet she

at this moment that she

that he had

door, she found Zoey standing

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them for

grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m

at her son for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark

three of them shared a meal

unusual silence

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

meal, Mark called the driver to take her to

Mark stood there in

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down.

the midst of this situation, Zoey displayed astute insight, realizing that her son wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help

arrived to

scene, he could sense

“Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just like

the place of

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

Cathy had spent three years working

of her exact history, he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by a

passed

relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that

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

offer Cathy a glass of

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

taken aback but he maintained his composure

exchanged a glance with

the unspoken

Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt

Cecilia must have been

spy

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had

gave a slight

entered the car with