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.

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 to keep

up at Mark with

quietly for a prolonged moment before taking a

affectionately patted Mark and explained, “I ran 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 Mark

attention remained fixed on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay

Cecilia away to the

left, Zoey gazed in the direction

servants didn’t dare to enter the east corridor without Mark’s

pushed open the bedroom door

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

asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in

Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia

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

grew stern. “You

Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never had any intimate relations

his gaze

“Do you believe

wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find

pressed her shoulder

to hear

tears on

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, alright? You mentioned I never had sex with Miss Holt. You’re correct. I’ve grown

Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

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

buttons and

slapped him

pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

her onto 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

wanted to have sex with you. Only

to the bed, she

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 truly believe I would assume responsibility for

broke down

wished for him

retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things to the

it any longer,

the stinging slap, she buried her face in the quilt

He lay there despondently, covering his eyes

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

eyes, flowing down

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

his swollen eyes and

Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the

for an

no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to

to sit up

put on her clothes, gradually getting out

rose from the

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

she

fine. I

hesitating for some time before finally lowering it.

was for the best that she decided

do? Even if he

instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and she would never call him Uncle

It was the end.

merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in

this

fact that he had

opened the door, she found Zoey standing

Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have

Zoey took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join

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

her son for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you to the

the three of

silence enveloped the

He walked to the

meal, Mark called the driver to take her to the

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

found the right girl and wanted

of this situation, Zoey displayed astute insight, realizing that her son wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia.

had arrived to pick up

he entered the scene, he could

as he whispered to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college,

the place of being

project, Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an

had spent three

he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by

passed through

Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy to Zoey’s

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

Cathy a glass of

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

taken aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance with

the

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

must have been

Cathy was the spy they

Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss

gave a slight

entered the car with