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.

immense sadness within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia.

at Mark

her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking

ran into her on the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early

words didn’t provoke Mark

slowly, “Let her stay in the previous

away to the designated

left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and

to enter the east corridor without

open the bedroom door and gently ushered

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

her back pressed against the

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

his sentence, Cecilia took hold

grew stern.

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

fixed his

he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words

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

pressed her shoulder

to hear the

lips quivered, tears on

He gazed intently at her and spoke softly, “You can’t handle the truth. But if you insist, I’ll 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

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

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 wish to play with a young

and

slapped him across

you have feelings for

woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you

Mark? What a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you took

to the bed, she

in Mark’s eyes as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for you after sleeping together

broke down

him to stop

retrieved a box of

it any longer, she slapped him across the

stinging slap, she buried her face in the quilt and

He lay there despondently, covering his eyes with his

of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark just

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

emotions were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

Mark shielded his swollen eyes and

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer desire

her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing her

there for an extended period, slowly

too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such

mustered the strength to sit up and started

put on her clothes, gradually getting

also rose from the

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

she slapped his hand

I can manage on my

hand froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He

the best that

do? Even if he saw her

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

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely fallen in love

so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she

fact that he had loved her

opened the door, she found

Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her. Why did you make her

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

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia

intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a

three of them shared a

silence enveloped the

no appetite. He walked to the window,

called the driver to take her

Mark stood there in silent

His heart ached.

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

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

to pick up

entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what was

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college,

place of being

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

had spent three years working

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

passed

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

Cathy

Cathy seemed unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies for

but he

exchanged a glance

the unspoken

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

must

Cathy was the spy they had been looking

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

dispatched the message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson,

gave a

entered the car