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.

held delicately in his hand,

up at Mark

turn, Mark looked at her quietly for

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

didn’t provoke

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

guided Cecilia away

gazed in the direction of their departure

to enter the

door and gently

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

Cecilia asserted, her back pressed against

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

his sentence, Cecilia took hold of

stern. “You

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

his gaze

a prolonged silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of an

emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had

pressed her

want to hear the

on the brink

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.

unbuttoning

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 Duefron. I

and subjected her to degrading

slapped

“Mark, you have feelings for

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

wanted to have sex with you. Only you took

Cecilia to the bed, she wept

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

down in

him to stop

Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer,

any longer, she

she buried her face

He lay there

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

eyes, flowing

blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within

silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in hushed

Listen, Cecilia, I no

grew fainter,

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

had no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside

strength to sit up and started dressing

hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually

also rose from the

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

she slapped

replied, “I’m fine. I can

in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering

was for the best that

if he saw

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

It was the end.

affair, yet she had genuinely fallen

realized at this moment that she

fact that he had loved her once

opened the door, she found Zoey

much

and invited her to join them

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

you intend to leave, do

three of them shared a

silence

appetite. He walked to

Mark called the driver to take her to the

stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

“You finally found the right girl and

realizing that her son wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but

to pick

the scene, he could sense the tension

I came to pick

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in college, studying

held the place of being

came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair

Cathy had spent three years

exact history, he was convinced that she had been covertly

passed

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

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

offer Cathy

soft voice, she addressed

but he maintained his composure and nodded

a

understood the unspoken

this moment, Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to

Cecilia must have been

the spy they

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a

the car