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.

bore an immense sadness within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his

gazed up at Mark with tender

for

was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t leave her out there. Do you

didn’t provoke

Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her

Mark guided Cecilia away to

in the direction of their

didn’t dare to enter the

door and gently

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

back pressed against

call Peter. “Book a ticket for

sentence, Cecilia took

grew stern. “You

courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt

his gaze on

smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of

she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused to be

pressed her

to hear the

quivered, tears on the brink of

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

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress

and subjected her

slapped him

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

fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could

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

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept

up 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

down in

for him

retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things to the

to bear it any longer, she slapped him across the

her

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

bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with

eyes,

of sorrow and fear, intertwining

swollen eyes and spoke up

Listen, Cecilia,

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing her

there for an extended

embarrassed to face anyone outside in such

to

put on

rose from the

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

moment, she slapped his hand

fine. I can

finally lowering it. He wanted to say

was for the best

do? Even if he saw

hung heavy with silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again,

It was the end.

romantic affair, yet she had

so, Cecilia realized at this moment that

that he had

opened the door, she

much younger than

Zoey took Cecilia’s hand and invited

of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m going

leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you to

of

unusual silence

tears continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window,

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take her to the

gradually departed, Mark stood

His heart ached.

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

the midst of this situation, Zoey displayed astute insight, realizing that her son 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 she decided to hold

arrived to pick

scene, he could sense the tension

in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a ride and I couldn’t

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

place of being Mark’s first

came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated her

Cathy had spent three

convinced that she had been covertly sent by a

passed

Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her

son’s only concern

offer Cathy a glass of

hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans,

he maintained his

a glance

the

Mark’s

Cecilia must have been

spy they had been looking

Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s time for us to

gave a

entered the