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.

within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in

up at Mark with tender

for a prolonged moment

outside. She was wandering

provoke

spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll take her

Cecilia away

Zoey gazed in the

dare to enter the east

open the bedroom door

against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll

against the

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

could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

stern. “You

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

fixed his

gently. “Do you

Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew

pressed her

to hear

lips quivered, tears on the brink of

that’s something I find refreshing. By the way, have you forgotten the first time we were intimate? It was in the

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

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

and

she slapped

“Mark, 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

I merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you

pinned Cecilia to the bed,

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

broke down in

for him to

she prevented him from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside

to bear it any longer,

she buried her

lay there despondently, covering his eyes with

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

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear,

silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up

Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

sobs grew fainter, the pain

that posture, she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up

had no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such a

the strength to sit up and started

she diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out

rose from the

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

next moment, she slapped

“I’m fine. I can manage

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

for the best that she

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

gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely fallen in love with

at this

that he had loved her

Cecilia opened the door, she found Zoey

Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have

invited her to join them

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

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

of them shared a meal

unusual silence

and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a

meal, Mark called the driver to take

black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a

His heart ached.

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

wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel

had arrived to pick

entered the scene, he could

came to pick you up. She insisted on going for

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just like

she held the place of being Mark’s first

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

graduating, Cathy had spent three years

convinced that she had been covertly sent by a

tremor passed through

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

Zoey knew well that her son’s only concern

Cathy

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

he maintained his

exchanged a glance

the

moment, Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and

Cecilia must have

Cathy was the spy they

hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on his

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a slight

entered the