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.

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

gazed up at Mark

quietly for a prolonged

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

provoke Mark to

attention remained fixed on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her

away to

gazed in the direction of their departure and

to enter the east

door and gently ushered Cecilia

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

against the door, tears

“Book a ticket

his sentence, Cecilia took

eyes grew stern. “You must

him like this, Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss

fixed his

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

in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused to be

her

want to hear the

lips quivered, tears on the brink of

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,

started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt

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 no longer wish to play with a young

Cecilia’s buttons and

she slapped

you have feelings

pushed 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

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

to the bed, she wept

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

broke down in

wished for him

his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the

bear it any longer, she slapped him

buried her face in the quilt and

lay there despondently, covering his eyes with

embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed,

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear,

Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain

remained there for an

embarrassed to face

she mustered the strength to sit

on her clothes, gradually getting

rose from the

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

she slapped

fine. I can manage on my

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

best that she

he do? Even if he saw her

that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting,

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely fallen in love

realized at this moment that she harbored no

fact that he had loved her once was

the door,

much younger than you. You should

invited her to join them

kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

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

the three of

unusual silence

flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window,

called the driver

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

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

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

had arrived to

could sense the tension and

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

place of

the picture. Encountering an old flame was

had spent three

he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by a

passed

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

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

even offer Cathy a

the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice,

was taken aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

exchanged a glance

the

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

must have been

was the spy they

that foreign company. Without hesitation,

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a slight

the