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.

bore an immense sadness within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached

gazed up at Mark with

for a

freezing outside. She was wandering alone early

didn’t provoke Mark to

on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll

Mark guided Cecilia away to the designated

in the direction of their departure and sighed

didn’t dare to enter the

the bedroom door and

his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me?

her back pressed against the door, tears

phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia

Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him

eyes grew 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

fixed his gaze on

he smiled gently. “Do you

knew she had to find

pressed her

to

on

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. 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

started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he

this way. Do you want me to have you? Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I no longer

and subjected her to

she slapped him

her tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you

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 yourself into my arms? And how

I merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you

Cecilia to the bed, she wept

to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you

broke down

wished for him

retrieved a box of

any longer, she slapped him across the

stinging slap, she buried her face in the quilt

flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering

remained

eyes, flowing down

were a blend of sorrow

prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen

return here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer desire

her sobs grew fainter, the

remained there for an extended period,

to face

to sit up

trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually

also rose from

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

she slapped his hand

I can

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

was for the best that she

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

silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they

It was the end.

yet

realized at this moment that she

he had

door, she found Zoey standing

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

invited

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

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

of them shared a meal

silence enveloped the

appetite. He walked to the

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset

choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually she decided to hold

had arrived to pick

entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced

Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college, studying engineering just

she held the place of being

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

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

tremor passed

was about to instruct Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm

offer Cathy a glass

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

aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance

the

on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to

must have

was the spy they

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson,

gave a

entered the