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.

bore an immense sadness within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a

at Mark with tender

Mark looked at her quietly for a

the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing

words didn’t provoke Mark

remained fixed on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll

guided Cecilia away to the designated

gazed in the direction of their departure and sighed

servants didn’t dare to enter the east corridor without

door and gently ushered Cecilia

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

Cecilia asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in

phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket

Cecilia took hold

stern. “You

Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me

fixed his gaze

smiled gently. “Do

in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She

her

to hear the

on the brink

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

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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

and

she slapped him across the

you have feelings for

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

merely wanted to have sex with you. Only

Cecilia to

welled up 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 truly believe I would assume responsibility for you after sleeping together a

broke down in

wished for him to stop

Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if

it any longer, she slapped

the stinging slap, she buried her face

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

Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed,

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing

of sorrow and fear, intertwining within

prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke

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

grew fainter, the pain numbing

posture, she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up

embarrassed to face anyone outside

the strength to sit up and started

diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out

rose

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

the next moment, she slapped his

Cecilia replied, “I’m fine. I

finally

the best

could he do? Even if he saw her off,

hung heavy with silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and

It was the end.

him, she was merely another romantic affair, yet she

at this moment that

that he had loved her once was

Cecilia opened the door, she

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

Cecilia’s hand and invited her

grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave,

of them shared a

silence enveloped the

continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out

called the driver to take

black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

sobbed softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted

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

arrived to pick

could sense

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just

the place of being Mark’s

also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was

spent

of her exact history, he was convinced that she had been covertly sent by a foreign

tremor passed

had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey,

her son’s only concern

even offer Cathy a glass of

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

taken aback but he maintained his composure and

a glance with

the unspoken

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

Cecilia must

was the spy

men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation,

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a

the car with