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.

facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello,

gazed up at Mark

her quietly for a prolonged moment before

affectionately patted 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 on her,

didn’t provoke Mark to

slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll

Cecilia away to the designated

the direction of their

to enter the east

the bedroom door and

his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following

asserted, her back pressed against

phone to call Peter. “Book a

he could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him from

eyes grew stern. “You must

to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me that you never

his gaze on

gently. “Do you believe

emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to

her

want to hear the

lips quivered, tears on the brink of

hair cascading over his forehead, Mark appeared forlorn and mysterious, a side of him Cecilia had never witnessed before. He gazed intently 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 mind. I didn’t know if Alexis would survive and the stress was overwhelming. Yet, you came to me that night, of your own accord. How could I resist? Six months have passed and I’ve grown weary of you. I don’t wish to entertain you any longer, alright? You mentioned I never had sex with Miss Holt.

unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as

all this way. Do you want me 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

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her to

slapped him across

you have feelings for me,

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

wanted to have sex with you. Only you took

Cecilia to the bed,

many women like you. I’m merely

broke down in

wished for him to stop

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

any longer, she slapped him

her face in

flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently,

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

in Cecilia’s eyes,

blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within

prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

Listen, Cecilia, I no

moment, her sobs grew fainter,

she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in

she mustered the strength to sit up and started dressing

diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out of

also rose from the

“Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll

she slapped his hand

Cecilia replied, “I’m fine. I can manage

before finally lowering it. He wanted to

the best that she decided

he do? Even if he saw her

with silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would

It was the end.

yet she had genuinely fallen in

so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she

fact that he had

Cecilia opened the door, she

crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you.

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them for

kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will

the three of

silence enveloped the

had no appetite. He walked to the

meal, Mark called the driver to take

gradually departed, Mark stood

His heart ached.

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

interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia.

had arrived to pick

moment he entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what

I came to pick you up. She insisted on going

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college, studying

place

the picture. Encountering an old flame

Cathy had spent

was unaware of her exact history, he was convinced

tremor passed through Mark’s

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

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was

Cathy

hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark,

he maintained his composure and

exchanged a glance with

understood the

full of admiration for Mark’s

Cecilia must have

was the spy they had been

that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a slight

entered the