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.

cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you here to keep my

gazed up at Mark with

her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking

the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on

didn’t provoke Mark

spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room.

away to the designated

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and sighed

enter the east corridor without Mark’s

bedroom door

laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll have Peter book a ticket for

go,” Cecilia asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming

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

finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand,

grew stern. “You must

to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had

fixed his gaze on

“Do you believe the words

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

her shoulder

to hear

on the brink of

your heart and that’s something I find refreshing. By the way,

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning

this way. Do you want me to have you? Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then

undid Cecilia’s buttons and

slapped him across the

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

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

merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you

pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept

women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for you

down in

wished for him to

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

longer, she slapped him across

slap, she buried her face

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

remained concealed, adorned with marks

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

were a blend of sorrow

swollen eyes and spoke up

Listen, Cecilia,

grew fainter, the pain numbing her

remained there for an extended period, slowly

to face

strength to sit up

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

rose from the

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

she

“I’m fine. I can

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

for the best that she

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

Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well

It was the end.

she was merely another romantic affair, yet she

Cecilia realized at this moment that she harbored

that he had

opened the door, she found Zoey standing

a warm smile, Zoey asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind

saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you

so, the three of them shared

silence enveloped the

no appetite. He walked to

the driver to take her to

Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

found the right girl

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

arrived to

he could sense

Wilson is 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.

junior in college, studying engineering just

she held the place of

Mark’s assumption of the project, Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an

spent

he was convinced that she had been covertly

tremor passed through

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

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was

even offer Cathy a

a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies

was taken aback but he maintained his

a glance

understood the unspoken

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

must have been

the spy they had been looking

hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s time

gave a

entered the car