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

at Mark with tender

her quietly for a prolonged moment before

outside. She was wandering alone early in the

didn’t provoke Mark

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

Mark guided Cecilia away to the

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure

didn’t dare to enter the

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered

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

asserted, her back pressed against the door,

call Peter. “Book a

sentence, Cecilia took hold of

eyes 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

fixed his gaze

gently. “Do you believe the words

she knew she had to find out the truth today. She

pressed her shoulder

to hear

tears on the brink of

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

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning

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 subjected

response, she slapped him

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

profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could you

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

to the bed,

in 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

broke down in

for him to

continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things to the

longer, she slapped

buried her face in

embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his

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

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

emotions were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

swollen eyes and spoke

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer desire

her sobs grew fainter, the pain

an extended period, slowly curling up once

embarrassed to face anyone outside in

the strength to sit up and

she diligently put on her clothes,

rose

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

next moment, she slapped his

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

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

best that

if he saw her off, what

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

It was the end.

romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love with

at this moment that she harbored no

had loved her

the door,

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

“If you intend to leave, do so

of

silence

He walked to the window,

meal, Mark called the driver to take her to

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

the right girl and

from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire

to pick up

could sense the tension and deduced what

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 like

place of being Mark’s

old flame

graduating, Cathy had spent three

Mark was unaware of her exact history, he was convinced that

tremor passed

instruct Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey,

Zoey knew well that her son’s only concern

didn’t even offer Cathy

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

was taken aback but he maintained

exchanged a

the unspoken

for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make

must have been

spy

hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on his

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a slight

the car