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.

behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia

at Mark with

for

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 there. Do you think I’m as

provoke Mark

a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in

Mark guided Cecilia away to the

left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their

didn’t dare to enter the east corridor without Mark’s

the bedroom door and gently ushered

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

pressed against the door, tears brimming in her

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

could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

stern. “You

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

fixed his gaze on

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

she knew

her

want to

on the brink of

Mark appeared forlorn and mysterious, a side of him Cecilia had never witnessed before. He 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

Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

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 girl like

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to

she slapped him

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for

his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would

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

pinned Cecilia to

Mark’s 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

down

him

Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things

to bear it any longer, she slapped

the stinging slap, she buried her face in

with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his

graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

Mark shielded his swollen eyes

here. Listen, Cecilia, I

moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain

she remained there for an extended

too embarrassed to

mustered the strength to sit up and

her hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually

rose

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

she slapped his

fine. I can manage on

froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to

the best that she

else could he do? Even if he saw her

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.

affair, yet

realized at this moment that she

he had loved

the door, she found

Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have

invited her to join them for

the kind old woman, Cecilia

seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you

of them shared a

silence

had no appetite. He walked to

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take her to the

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent

His heart ached.

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

refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually she decided to hold back her

arrived to

scene, he could sense the tension and

the car. I came to

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college,

place of being

came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting

spent

he was convinced that she had been covertly sent

passed through

Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey,

knew well that her son’s only concern

didn’t even offer Cathy a glass

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

but he maintained his composure and nodded

exchanged a glance with

understood the

for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt

Cecilia must have been

was the spy they had been

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans,

gave a

entered the car