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.

bore an immense sadness within, 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

at Mark with

quietly for

patted Mark and explained, “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

provoke

After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her

Cecilia away to the

in the direction of their departure and sighed

dare to enter the east corridor without Mark’s

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered

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

back pressed against the door, tears

his phone to call Peter. “Book a

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

eyes grew stern. “You must

say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had any intimate relations with

his gaze

prolonged silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe

her body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find

her shoulder

want to hear the

tears on the brink

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

Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt

come 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. Return to Duefron. I

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

response, she slapped him across

pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

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 address me so affectionately

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

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed,

up in Mark’s eyes as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m

broke down

for him to stop

advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of

it any longer, she slapped him across

slap, she buried her face in the quilt and sobbed

with embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining

swollen eyes

Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

her sobs grew fainter, the pain

that posture, she remained there for an

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such

to sit

diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out

also rose

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

the next moment, she slapped his hand

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

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

the best that she decided

Even if he saw her off, what difference

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

It was the end.

was merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen

Cecilia realized at this

that he had loved her once was

door,

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

invited her to join them

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old

seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave,

so, the three of

silence enveloped the

appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette

her meal, Mark called the driver

Mark stood there in silent contemplation

His heart ached.

and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to

she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity

arrived to pick up

scene, he could sense the tension and

the car. I came

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

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

held the place of being Mark’s

an old

had spent

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

passed through

relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence

Zoey knew well that her son’s only concern was Cecilia,

offer Cathy

unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed

was taken aback but he

a glance

understood the

for Mark’s ability to perceive everything

must have been

spy they

hesitation,

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing

gave a slight

entered the