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.

cigarette held delicately in his hand,

gazed up at Mark with

quietly for a prolonged moment before

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

provoke Mark to

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

Cecilia away

the direction of their

to enter the

pushed open the bedroom door and gently

the door closed, he pressed her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron

her back pressed against the door, tears

“Book a ticket for Cecilia this

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

grew stern.

her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that

his

he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of

conflicts, she knew she had to

pressed her shoulder

to hear the

tears on the

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

resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

you? Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to

response, she slapped

“Mark, you have feelings for me, don’t

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

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

to the bed, she wept

speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for you after

down

for him

his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside

it any longer, she slapped

buried her

embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

the soft embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark just

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

shielded his swollen

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

each passing moment, her sobs grew

posture, she remained there for an extended period,

to face anyone outside in such

mustered the strength to sit up and started

put on her clothes,

rose

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

the next moment, she

“I’m fine. I can manage on

for some time before finally

was for the best that

do? Even if he saw her off,

doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this

It was the end.

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

at this moment that she harbored no

that he had loved her once

opened the door, she found Zoey standing

is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her.

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

kind old woman,

leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car

of them

silence enveloped the

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

meal, Mark called the driver to

Mark stood

His heart ached.

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

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. Her curiosity sparked a

to pick up

could sense the tension and deduced what was

car. I came to pick you up. She

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college, studying engineering just like

she held the place of

an old

graduating, Cathy had spent three years working

unaware of her exact history, he was convinced

tremor passed through Mark’s

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

concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm

offer Cathy a glass of

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

he maintained his composure

exchanged a

the unspoken

for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt

must have

was the spy they had

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a

entered the car with