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.

he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile.

at Mark

turn, Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking a

outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning

words didn’t provoke

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

away to the designated

Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and

enter the east corridor without

the bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back

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

to call Peter. “Book

sentence, Cecilia took hold

grew stern. “You

seeing him like this, Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had any

fixed his gaze on

prolonged silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of

with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had

her shoulder

want to

on

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 Miss Holt. You’re correct. I’ve

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

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

Cecilia’s buttons and

she slapped him across the

Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

her onto the bed and began to 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

to have sex with you. Only you

Mark pinned Cecilia to the

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

broke down

him to stop

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

to bear it any longer, she slapped him

stinging slap, she buried her face in

there despondently, covering his

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

eyes, flowing

sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no

passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the

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

feeling too embarrassed to face

mustered the strength to sit up and

hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes,

also rose from the

with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll

the next moment, she

Cecilia replied, “I’m fine. I can manage on my

finally lowering it. He wanted to say more

the best

do? Even if he

air hung heavy with silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and she would never call

It was the end.

romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen

Cecilia realized at this moment that she

that he had

the door, she found

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

and invited

grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

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

so, the three of them shared a

unusual silence

Mark had no appetite. He walked

her meal, Mark called the driver to

the black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent

His heart ached.

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

wastroubled and left 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

arrived to pick up

he entered the scene, he could sense

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

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

held the place of being Mark’s

came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated

spent

was convinced that she

tremor passed

Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy

only concern

offer Cathy a

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

taken aback but he

a glance

the

for Mark’s

must have

Cathy was the spy they had

Mark had his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation,

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss

a slight

entered the