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.

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

gazed up at

Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged

back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with

didn’t provoke

After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll take

Cecilia away to

gazed in the direction of their departure and

dare to enter

open the bedroom door and gently ushered

against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why

asserted, her back pressed against the door,

call Peter. “Book a ticket

Cecilia took hold of his hand,

grew stern.

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

fixed his

he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of

engaged in conflicts, she knew she had

pressed her

to hear

quivered, tears on the brink of

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

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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 play with a young girl like you. Do you

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to

she slapped him across

“Mark, you have feelings for me,

man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I

merely wanted to

Cecilia to the bed, she

I’m merely enamored

down

wished for him to

box of

it any longer, she slapped him across the

buried her face in the quilt and

flushed with embarrassment. He lay there

remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

were a blend of sorrow and

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

after lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I no longer desire

grew fainter, the pain numbing

for an extended period, slowly curling up once

too embarrassed to face anyone outside

to

her hands trembled, she diligently put on

also rose from the

her elbow, he said with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you to

next moment, she slapped his

fine. I can manage on

mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted

best that

Even if he saw her off,

all too well that

It was the end.

affair, yet she

so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she harbored no

fact that he had

door, she

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman,

“If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take

three of them

silence enveloped the

appetite. He walked to the

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take her to the

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation

His heart ached.

and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and

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. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually she decided to hold back her

arrived to pick up

entered the scene, he could sense

is in the car. I came to pick

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in college,

she held the place of being Mark’s first

Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting

Cathy had spent

unaware of her exact history, he was convinced

tremor passed through Mark’s

with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed

concern was Cecilia, thus

Cathy a glass

a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies for causing

was taken aback but he maintained his composure

a

understood the unspoken

Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions in such

must

Cathy was the spy

men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

dispatched the message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s time for

a slight

the car with