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.

though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you here to keep

gazed up at

quietly for a prolonged moment before taking

“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 her out there. Do you think I’m as cold-hearted

didn’t provoke Mark

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

Mark guided Cecilia away to the

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their

didn’t dare to enter the east corridor without

open the bedroom door and

“Why are you following

asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears

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

took hold

eyes grew stern.

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

fixed his

silence, he smiled gently. “Do you

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

pressed her shoulder

want to hear

on the brink

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

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

all 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 you better dress yourself and leave.

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

response, she slapped him across the

you have feelings

kiss her. “When a man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could you

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

Mark pinned Cecilia to

but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely

broke down

for him to stop

Mark retrieved a box of

longer,

slap, she buried her face in the quilt

lay there

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

eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

a prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in

Listen, Cecilia, I no

passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain

for an

too embarrassed to face

mustered the strength to sit up and

trembled, she diligently put on

rose from

with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch.

next moment, she slapped

“I’m fine. I can manage on my

for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but restrained

was for the best that she decided

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

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

It was the end.

him, she was merely another romantic affair, yet she had

this moment that she

that he had loved her

Cecilia opened the door,

Cecilia is much younger than

Zoey took Cecilia’s hand and invited

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

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

so, the three of

unusual silence enveloped the

no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette

her meal, Mark called the

the black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in

His heart ached.

softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset her

Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia.

to pick

he could sense the tension and

furrowed as he whispered to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college,

place of being Mark’s first

old

Cathy had spent three years

of her exact history, he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by

tremor passed through Mark’s

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

knew well that her son’s only concern was

Cathy a glass

Cathy seemed unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies for

he

exchanged a

understood the

of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything

must

spy they

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

smile, acting as if nothing had

a

entered the