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,

up at

for a prolonged moment before taking

patted Mark and explained, “I ran into her on the street, so 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

provoke

a while, he spoke slowly,

away to the designated

Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and

enter the east corridor

door

the 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 ticket for

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

reached for his phone to call Peter. “Book

sentence, Cecilia took

grew stern. “You must

scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I

his gaze on

“Do you believe the

she knew

her shoulder

want to hear the

on the brink

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 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,

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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

buttons and subjected her

response, she slapped him across the

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

surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself

merely wanted to

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed,

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

down

for him

him from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the

it any longer, she slapped him across

buried her face in the

embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed,

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear,

swollen

Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

her sobs grew

she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling

too embarrassed to

to

on her clothes,

rose from the

have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you to

she

replied, “I’m fine. I can

hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to

for the best that she decided to

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

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

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she had

at this moment

he had loved her once was

opened the door, she found Zoey

the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much

hand and invited

the kind old

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

three of them shared a

unusual silence enveloped

and Mark had no appetite. He

Mark called the driver to

stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did

wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually

had arrived to pick

could

is in the car. I came to pick you

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

was Mark’s junior in

the place of being Mark’s

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

Cathy had spent

unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that

passed through

a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey,

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

Cathy a

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

was taken aback but he maintained his composure and

a glance with

the

edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions

must

Cathy was the spy they had been looking

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss

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entered the