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.

a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with

up at Mark with tender

her quietly for a prolonged moment

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 Mark

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

guided Cecilia away to

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their

didn’t dare to enter the

door and gently ushered

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

her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in her

his phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia

finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing

eyes grew stern. “You must

gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you

his gaze on

he smiled gently. “Do

she knew

her shoulder

to

quivered, tears on the brink

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

Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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 wish to play with a young girl like you. Do

undid Cecilia’s buttons and

slapped him across the

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for me,

surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like

I merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you

pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept

speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume

broke down

for him to stop

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

any longer, she

she buried her face in the quilt

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

Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

of sorrow and fear, intertwining

his swollen eyes and spoke

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the

an extended period, slowly curling up once

feeling too embarrassed to

strength to sit up and

trembled, she diligently put on her

also rose from the

a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward,

she slapped his

replied, “I’m fine. I can

time before finally lowering it.

best that she decided

he saw her off, what

the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely

realized at this moment that she harbored no

that he had loved her once

the door, she

much

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old

to leave, do so after lunch. Mark

three of them

unusual silence

Mark had no appetite. He walked to

Cecilia finished her meal, Mark called the

Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

Zoey sobbed softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset

realizing that her son wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel

had arrived to pick

could sense the

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in college, studying

she held the place of being Mark’s first

Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different

had spent three years

exact history, he was convinced that she had been

passed through

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

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

Cathy a glass

seemed unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice,

he maintained his composure

a

the

admiration for Mark’s ability

must have been

the spy they had been

that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a slight

the