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.

With a cigarette held delicately in

up at Mark with

her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking

brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t

words didn’t provoke Mark to

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

away to the

left, Zoey gazed in the

didn’t dare to enter the east corridor

pushed open the bedroom door and gently ushered

laden with melancholy. “Why are you following me? Go back to Duefron

pressed against the

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

his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

eyes grew stern.

like this, Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t

fixed his gaze on

smiled gently. “Do

her body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find

her

want to hear the

on

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. You’re correct. I’ve grown

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt

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 Duefron. I no longer wish to play with a young girl like you. Do you

undid Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

slapped

“Mark, you

to kiss her. “When a man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t

Mark? What a naive fool! I merely wanted to have

to the bed, she

well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility

down

for him to

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

any longer, she slapped

she buried her face in the quilt and sobbed

He lay there despondently, covering his

embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed,

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

emotions were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in

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

moment, her sobs grew fainter, the

remained there for an extended period, slowly

to face anyone outside in such

the strength to sit up and started

her hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out of

also rose from the

voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to

the next moment, she

“I’m fine. I can

for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but restrained

best that she decided

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

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

It was the end.

another romantic affair, yet she

this moment that

fact that he had loved her

the door, she

a warm smile, Zoey asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care of

Cecilia’s hand and invited

to resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman,

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

of

unusual silence

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

Mark called the

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there

His heart ached.

right girl and wanted to settle down. Why

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

to pick

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

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

in college, studying engineering just like

held the place of being

an old flame was

had spent three years

of her exact history, he was convinced that she had

passed

to instruct Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm

even offer Cathy a

lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed

but he maintained his

a glance

the unspoken

was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability

Cecilia must have been

was the spy they

his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on his

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

smile, acting as if nothing had transpired.

a slight

the