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 a

gazed up at Mark with

her quietly for

wandering alone early in the

words didn’t provoke Mark

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

Cecilia away

gazed in the direction

to enter the east

pushed open the bedroom door and

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

asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears

to call Peter. “Book

finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

stern.

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

his

smiled gently. “Do you believe

trembled, her body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused to

pressed her shoulder

want to

quivered, tears on

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

unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

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

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected

she slapped him

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

pushed her onto the 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 could you address me

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

Mark pinned Cecilia to the

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

down in

wished for him

a box of condoms from the bedside drawer,

any longer, she slapped him

buried her face

lay there despondently, covering his eyes

figure remained concealed, adorned with

in Cecilia’s eyes,

a blend of sorrow and fear,

prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

Listen, Cecilia, I no

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain

for an extended period, slowly curling

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in

mustered the strength to sit up

trembled, she diligently put on

rose

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

moment, she slapped his hand

replied, “I’m fine. I can manage

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

the best that

if he saw her off,

instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and she would

It was the end.

affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love with

at this moment that she harbored

had loved her once

door, she found Zoey standing

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

hand and invited her to join

grasp of the kind

“If you intend to leave, do

the three of them shared a meal

silence enveloped

He walked to

meal, Mark called the driver to take her to

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right

from excessive interference, she couldn’t help

had arrived to pick

entered the scene, he could

is in the car. I came to

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in

held the place of being

old flame was an entirely different

had spent

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

passed through Mark’s

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 bring joy to

only concern was

offer Cathy a glass of

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

he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance with

the

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

Cecilia must have

Cathy was the spy

that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss

a

the car