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.

in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile.

gazed up at Mark

Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before

She was wandering alone early

provoke

spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the

Mark guided Cecilia away to

left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their

to enter the east corridor without Mark’s

the bedroom door and gently

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 book a ticket

go,” Cecilia asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in

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

took

grew stern. “You

but she gathered her courage to say, “I

fixed his gaze

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

in conflicts, she knew

pressed her

want to hear the

on the brink

the truth. 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

Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt

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

and subjected her

response, she slapped him across

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

his fondness. If I hadn’t

wanted to have sex with you.

Cecilia to the bed, she

welled up 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

down

wished for him to

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

bear it any longer, she slapped him across the

slap, she buried her face in the quilt and

with embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

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

welled in Cecilia’s eyes,

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

shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in hushed

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

grew

for an extended period, slowly curling

no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside

the strength to sit up and started

put on her clothes, gradually getting

rose from

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

next moment, she slapped

I can manage

before finally lowering

was for the best that she decided

he do? Even if he saw her off,

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

It was the end.

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

so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she harbored no

had loved her

opened the door, she found Zoey standing

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join

of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied,

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

of them

unusual silence enveloped

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

called the driver

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for

His heart ached.

softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down.

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

arrived to pick

the scene, he could sense

to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college, studying engineering just like

she held the place of being Mark’s

into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an

Cathy had spent three years working

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

tremor passed

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

that her son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus her

Cathy a glass

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

he

a glance

the unspoken

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

Cecilia must have

spy they had been

hesitation, Peter stepped outside

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a slight

entered the car with