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.

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

gazed up at

her quietly for

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

provoke

attention remained fixed on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll take her

Mark guided Cecilia away to the

in the direction of their

servants didn’t dare to enter the east corridor

the bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are

her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in

Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing

eyes grew stern. “You

say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt

fixed his

gently. “Do you

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

pressed her

to hear

lips quivered, tears on the brink

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 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

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning

indulge you once. Then you

buttons and subjected her

response, she slapped him

you have feelings

woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed

fool! I merely wanted to

pinned Cecilia to the

eyes as 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

broke down

for him to stop

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

it any longer,

slap, she buried her face in the quilt

He lay there

graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow

Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

return here. Listen,

grew fainter, the pain numbing her

posture, she remained there for an extended

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

to sit up and started dressing

put on her clothes, gradually

rose from

her elbow, he said with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward,

next moment, she

fine. I

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

the best that

do? Even if he saw her off, what

gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely fallen

realized at this

had

the door,

the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much

Cecilia’s hand and invited her

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

at her son for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so

of them

unusual silence enveloped

no appetite. He

Mark called the driver

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood

His heart ached.

found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset her

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

to

moment he entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what was

Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a ride and

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college, studying engineering just

the place of being Mark’s first

came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely

spent three years

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

passed

Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey,

that her son’s only concern

Cathy a glass of

lack of hospitality. In a soft voice,

was taken aback but he maintained his

a glance

understood the

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

Cecilia must have been

Cathy was the spy they

foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had

gave a slight

the car with