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 with a warm

up at

at her quietly for a prolonged moment before

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

provoke

on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly,

Mark guided Cecilia away to

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure

enter

bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll have Peter book

go,” Cecilia asserted, her back pressed against the door,

to call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia

his sentence, Cecilia took hold

eyes grew stern. “You must

courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me

his gaze on

prolonged silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe

body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused to be

her shoulder

to hear

quivered, tears on the

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 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,

unbuttoning Cecilia’s

so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once.

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to degrading

slapped him across

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for me, don’t

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

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

pinned Cecilia to the

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

down in

him to stop

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

it any longer,

she buried her face in the quilt and sobbed

there

soft embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark just moments

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining

prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in hushed

here. Listen, Cecilia, I no

moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing

for an extended period, slowly curling up once

had no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in

she mustered the strength to sit up and

on

rose from

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

moment, she slapped

I can manage

finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but

best

else could he do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would

Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this

It was the end.

merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love

at this moment that she harbored no

fact that he had loved her once was

Cecilia opened the door, she found Zoey standing

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her. Why

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

affectionate grasp of the kind old

for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch.

the three of them shared

unusual silence

He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette and lit

Cecilia finished her meal, Mark called the driver to

stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

right girl and wanted to settle down. Why

left with little choice. 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 inquire further, yet eventually

had arrived to pick up

the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what was

“Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on going for

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

place of being Mark’s

assumption of the project, Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated

graduating, Cathy had spent

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

passed

was about to instruct Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted

concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

Cathy a glass

soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my

but he maintained his composure and

exchanged a glance

understood the unspoken

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

must

Cathy was the spy

hesitation, Peter stepped outside

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a

the car