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.

a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you here to

gazed up at Mark with tender

at her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking

wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on

provoke Mark

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

Cecilia away to

in the direction of

dare to enter the east corridor without

the bedroom door and gently ushered

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

her back pressed against the door, tears

call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this afternoon. The

finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

eyes grew stern.

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

fixed his

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

knew she had to find out

pressed her shoulder

to hear

on the brink

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

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he

come all this 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 Duefron. I no longer wish to

and subjected

slapped him

Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for

surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t

naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex with you.

to

mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by

down

for him to stop

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

any longer, she slapped him across the

buried her

there despondently, covering his eyes

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

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing

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

silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up

Listen, Cecilia,

her sobs grew fainter,

remained there for an extended period, slowly

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in

mustered the strength to sit up and started

hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually

also rose from the

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

moment, she slapped his

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

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

was for the best

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 parting, they would never be together

It was the end.

was merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen

at this moment that she

he had loved

Cecilia opened the door, she found Zoey

matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied,

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

of them shared a meal

silence enveloped the

to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out

the driver to take her to the

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation

His heart ached.

repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset her

she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both

arrived to pick up

he could sense the tension and deduced

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

she held the place of being Mark’s first

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

spent three years

he was convinced that

tremor passed through

relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her

her son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus

even offer Cathy a

the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she

aback but he maintained

a glance with

understood the

admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything

must have been

spy they had

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a

entered the car with