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 here to keep

up at

her quietly for a

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. Do

words didn’t provoke

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

away to

the direction of their departure

didn’t dare to enter the east corridor

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll have Peter

asserted, her back pressed against the door,

his phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket for

his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand,

grew stern. “You

felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt

fixed his gaze

he smiled gently. “Do you believe the

Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find

pressed her

to hear the

on

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

unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

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

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to degrading

slapped him across the

her tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could you

merely wanted to have sex with

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed,

to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m

down in

wished for him to stop

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

longer,

stinging slap, she buried her face in the

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

remained concealed, adorned

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

swollen

return here. Listen, Cecilia, I

passing moment, her sobs grew

an extended

had no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in

mustered the strength to

put on her clothes, gradually

rose from

a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll

she

fine. I can manage on

mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally

the best that she decided to

do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would

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 again,

It was the end.

yet she had

this

he had

the door, she found

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care

and invited

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

leave, do

three of them shared a meal

silence

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

called the driver to

black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there

His heart ached.

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

with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel

to pick up

he entered the scene, he could

came to pick you up. She insisted on

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college, studying

the place of being

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

graduating, Cathy had spent three years working

Mark was unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that she had been

passed through

in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would

Zoey knew well that her son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

Cathy a glass of

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

aback but he maintained his composure

exchanged a

the unspoken

edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything

Cecilia must

spy they

in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a

entered the