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.

at Mark with tender

Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged

“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, so I couldn’t leave her out there. Do you think I’m

didn’t provoke Mark to

slowly, “Let her stay in

guided Cecilia away to the

Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure

didn’t dare to enter the east

open the bedroom door and gently ushered Cecilia

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

her back pressed against the door, tears brimming

call Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this

Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing

grew stern. “You must

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

his gaze on

he smiled gently. “Do you believe

body wrought with emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused

pressed her

want to hear the

quivered, tears on the brink of

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

started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he

I’ll indulge you once. Then you

buttons and subjected her to degrading

response, she slapped him across the

you have

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 have

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

Mark pinned Cecilia to the bed,

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

broke down in

wished for him

a box of condoms

longer, she slapped him across the

her

lay there

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

welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing

of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her

his swollen eyes and spoke

Listen, Cecilia, I no longer

passing moment, her sobs grew fainter,

posture, she remained there for an extended period, slowly

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone

strength to sit

trembled, she diligently put on her clothes,

rose from the

her elbow, he said with a hoarse voice, “Go have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take

next moment, she

I

before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but

was for the best that she decided

if he saw

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

It was the end.

yet she had

realized at this

he had

Cecilia opened the door, she found

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

Cecilia’s hand and invited her to

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m going

“If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car

three of them shared a meal

silence enveloped the

He walked to the window, pulled out

Cecilia finished her meal, Mark called the driver

stood

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset

little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help

had arrived to

he could sense the

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

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

the place of being

the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone new. Mark swiftly investigated

spent three years working

convinced that she had been covertly sent by

passed through Mark’s

in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she

concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was

didn’t even offer Cathy a glass of

a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr.

but he maintained

a glance

the

for Mark’s ability

Cecilia must

Cathy was the spy

foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a slight

entered the