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

up at Mark with

her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking a

She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t leave her out there. Do you think I’m as cold-hearted

didn’t provoke

he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the

Cecilia away

Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and sighed

enter the east corridor without Mark’s

open the bedroom door

door closed, he pressed her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll have Peter book a

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

Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of

grew stern.

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

his gaze on

gently. “Do you

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

her shoulder

to

quivered, tears on the

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 and I’ve grown weary of you. I don’t wish to entertain you any longer, alright? You mentioned I never had sex with Miss Holt. You’re correct. I’ve grown tired of

Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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

buttons and subjected

she slapped

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you

fondness. If

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

pinned Cecilia to

women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility

broke down in

wished for him to stop

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

any longer, she

she buried her face in

He lay there despondently, covering his eyes with

Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed,

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing

sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

his swollen eyes and spoke up

return here. Listen,

passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain

she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling

no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone

she mustered the strength to sit up and started dressing

diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out

also rose

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

next moment, she

replied, “I’m fine. I

some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more

was for the best that she decided to

he saw her off, what difference

too well that

It was the end.

was merely another romantic affair, yet she

realized at this moment that she harbored no

fact that he had loved her once

Cecilia opened the door, she found Zoey standing

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

invited her to join

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

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

three of them

silence enveloped the

Mark had no appetite. He walked to

Cecilia finished her meal, Mark called the driver

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

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

refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but

had arrived to pick

he could sense the tension and deduced what was

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

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

she held the place

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

Cathy had spent

of her exact history, he was convinced that she had

tremor passed

something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy to

knew well that her son’s only concern was Cecilia,

even offer Cathy a

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

taken aback but he maintained his composure

a

the

of admiration for Mark’s ability to

must

Cathy was the spy they

in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired.

gave a slight

entered the car