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.

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

gazed up at

at her quietly for a prolonged moment

She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t

didn’t provoke Mark

on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her

guided Cecilia away

they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of

enter the east corridor without

door

against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron after lunch. I’ll

asserted, her back pressed against the

phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this afternoon.

sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him

eyes grew stern.

her courage to say, “I

fixed his

smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of

she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused

her shoulder

want to hear the

lips quivered, tears on the brink

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 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,

unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to

slapped

“Mark, you

a sneer, Mark pushed 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

Mark? What a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you took it

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept

I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you

down in

him to stop

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

to bear it any longer, she

she buried her face

face flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his eyes

remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark just moments

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

a blend of sorrow and fear,

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

Listen, Cecilia, I no

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the

posture, she remained there for an extended

embarrassed to

to sit

put on her clothes, gradually getting out of

rose

your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you to

the next moment, she slapped his

“I’m fine. I can manage on

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

for the best that she decided to

if he saw her off, what difference

knew all too well that after this

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen

this moment that

fact that he had loved her

the door, she found

you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her. Why did you make

Cecilia’s hand and invited her

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

you intend to leave,

so, the three of them

silence enveloped the

He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette and

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take

departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation

His heart ached.

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

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. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further,

had arrived to pick up

the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what was

is in the car. I came

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just

place of being Mark’s

picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated

graduating, Cathy had spent three years working

history, he was convinced that she had been covertly

passed through

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

Zoey knew well that her son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

even offer Cathy

hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark,

was taken aback but he maintained his composure and

exchanged a glance

understood the

moment, Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions

must

was the spy

Mark had his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation,

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a slight

the car