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 warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you

up at Mark

quietly for a prolonged moment

She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I

words didn’t provoke Mark to

attention remained fixed on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her

guided Cecilia away

Zoey gazed in the direction

to enter the east corridor without

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered

now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after

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

to call Peter. “Book a ticket

Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him

stern. “You

scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had

fixed his gaze

silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe the

body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew

her shoulder

to

quivered, tears on the brink of

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, alright? You mentioned I never had sex with Miss Holt. You’re correct. I’ve grown tired of her as

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning

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

buttons and subjected her

she slapped him across

you

fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly

naive fool! I merely wanted to have

to the bed, she wept

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 a few

down

for him to

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

longer, she slapped him

stinging slap, she buried her

with embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

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

welled in Cecilia’s eyes,

a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

his swollen eyes and

lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia,

her sobs grew fainter, the

remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up once

appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone

to sit up and started dressing

trembled, she diligently put on her

also rose

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

next moment, she

I can manage on

for some time before finally lowering

was for the best that she

if he saw her off,

she knew all too well

It was the end.

him, she was merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love with

this moment that she harbored

fact that he had loved her once was

opened the door, she found Zoey

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia

before saying, “If you intend to leave, do

so, the three of them

silence

Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window,

meal, Mark called the driver to

stood there in silent contemplation

His heart ached.

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

with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t

to

scene, he could sense the tension and

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college, studying engineering

she held the place of being Mark’s first

old flame was an entirely different affair from

graduating, Cathy had spent

Mark was unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by a foreign

passed through Mark’s

Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the

only concern was Cecilia,

didn’t even offer Cathy a

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

taken aback but he maintained his composure

a glance

the unspoken

for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions in such

Cecilia must have been

the spy they

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on his

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans,

a

entered the car