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

at Mark with tender

for a prolonged

freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t leave her out

words didn’t provoke

fixed on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous

Cecilia away

in the direction of

enter the east corridor without

the bedroom door and

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

asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears

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

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him from

grew stern. “You

her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss

fixed his gaze

“Do you believe the

Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had

her

want to hear

on the

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.

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

way. Do you 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

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

slapped him across

you have feelings

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 you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms? And how could you address me so affectionately

a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex

Cecilia to the bed, she wept

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 after sleeping together

down in

for him to

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

to bear it any longer, she slapped him across

buried her face in

lay there despondently, covering

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

Cecilia’s eyes,

blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining

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

after lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I

her sobs grew fainter,

posture, she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up once

embarrassed to face anyone

strength to sit up

she diligently put on her clothes, gradually

also rose from

voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you to

moment, she

fine. I can manage on my

hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted

was for the best that

do? Even if he

air 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,

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in

at this moment that she harbored

that he had

the door, she

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

and invited her to

grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m

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

of them shared a

silence enveloped the

Mark had no appetite. He walked to the

meal, Mark called the driver to take her to the

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent

His heart ached.

him, Zoey sobbed softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to

choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion

arrived to pick up

the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what

is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college,

she held the place of being

an old flame was an entirely different affair

spent three years working

history, he was convinced that she had been

tremor passed

when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she

son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus

didn’t even offer Cathy a glass

soft

was taken aback but he maintained

exchanged a glance with

understood the unspoken

of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions in

Cecilia must have

spy

his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson,

gave a

the car