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

at Mark with

at her quietly for a prolonged moment

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

didn’t provoke Mark

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

Mark guided Cecilia away to the designated

left, Zoey gazed in the

enter the east corridor without

the bedroom door

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

pressed against the door, tears brimming in

for his phone to call Peter. “Book a

took hold of his

stern.

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

fixed his

gently. “Do you believe the words of

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

pressed her

want to hear

on

at her and spoke softly, “You can’t handle 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 first time we were intimate? It was in the hospital when Rena’s fate weighed heavily on my

firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

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

and subjected her to

slapped

pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for me,

fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into

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

Cecilia to the bed, she wept

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

broke down

for him to stop

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

to bear it any longer, she slapped him across the

stinging slap, she buried her face in the

there despondently, covering his eyes with his

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

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and

Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia, I

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter,

she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up

too embarrassed to

to

put on her

rose

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

next moment, she slapped his hand

I can manage on my

froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but restrained

for the best that she decided

could he do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would it

firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love

Cecilia realized at this moment

that he had

opened the door, she found

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited

the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied,

before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will

three of

silence enveloped

Mark had no appetite. He walked to

her meal, Mark called the driver to

gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle

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

had arrived to

he could sense the

“Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She insisted

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college, studying engineering just like

she held the place of

Encountering an old

spent three years working

was convinced that she had been covertly sent by

tremor passed through Mark’s

in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy to

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

didn’t even offer Cathy a

a soft voice, she addressed Mark,

taken aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance

the unspoken

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

must have been

the spy they had been looking

had his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

dispatched the message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans,

gave a slight

entered the