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.

held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with

up at

at her quietly for a prolonged moment

her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning

provoke

slowly, “Let her stay in

away

the direction of their departure and

to enter the east corridor without

open the bedroom door and gently ushered

laden with 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 door, tears brimming in

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

his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand,

stern. “You must

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

fixed his gaze

“Do

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

her shoulder

want to hear

tears on the brink of

mysterious, a side of him Cecilia had never witnessed before. 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 the way, have you forgotten the first time we were intimate? It was in the hospital

Mark started unbuttoning

you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I no longer wish to play with a young

and subjected her to degrading

slapped him across the

you have

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

merely wanted to have sex with you. Only

Cecilia to the bed,

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 a few

broke down

him to stop

him from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take

it any longer, she slapped

her face in the

He lay there despondently, covering his eyes with

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

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

swollen eyes

Don’t return here. Listen,

her sobs grew fainter,

she remained there for an

no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside

she mustered the strength to sit

hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out of

also rose from the

said with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you to the

next moment, she

fine. I can manage on my

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

the best that she decided

if he

hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting,

It was the end.

was merely another romantic affair, yet she

realized at this moment that

fact that he had loved her once was

the door, she

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to

of the kind old woman,

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

so, the three of them shared a

unusual silence enveloped

He walked to the window, pulled out a

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

black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in

His heart ached.

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

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

had arrived to pick up

moment he entered the scene, he could

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

held the place of being Mark’s

the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair

Cathy had spent three

convinced that she

tremor passed through Mark’s

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

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

didn’t even offer Cathy

hospitality. In a soft voice,

aback but he maintained his composure and

a

the

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

must

Cathy was the spy they had been

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

if nothing had transpired.

gave a slight

entered the car with