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.

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

up at

quietly for a prolonged moment

her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her,

words didn’t provoke Mark to

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

Mark guided Cecilia away to the designated

the direction of their

servants didn’t dare to enter

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back

pressed against the door, tears

Peter. “Book

could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of

grew stern. “You

say, “I won’t

fixed his gaze

“Do

conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth

pressed her shoulder

to hear

on the brink

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 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 grown tired

started unbuttoning Cecilia’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

buttons and subjected her

she slapped him across

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

“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 could you address

merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you

to the bed, she wept

like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for

broke down

wished for him

retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as

longer, she

her

embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his eyes

remained concealed, adorned with marks

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

emotions were a blend of sorrow

Mark shielded his swollen eyes

lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

sobs grew fainter, the pain

for an extended

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such

she mustered the strength to sit up and

put on her clothes, gradually getting out

also rose from

your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to

moment, she slapped

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

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

best

could he do? Even if he saw her

too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and

It was the end.

romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen

realized at this moment

had

door, she

are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much

hand and invited her to

affectionate grasp of the kind

“If you intend to leave,

three of them shared a

unusual silence enveloped the

no appetite. He walked to

called the driver to take

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood

His heart ached.

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

interference, she couldn’t help

to

entered the scene, he could

car. I came to pick you

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

was Mark’s junior in college, studying

held the place

an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated

spent three years

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

tremor passed through Mark’s

Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the

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

even offer Cathy a glass

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

aback but he maintained his

a

the unspoken

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

must have

spy

foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a slight

the car with