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.

though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are

at Mark with

at her quietly for

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.

provoke

a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the

guided Cecilia away to

gazed in the direction of their departure and

dare to enter the east corridor

bedroom door and gently

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

asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming

“Book a ticket for Cecilia

finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand, preventing him

eyes grew stern.

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

fixed his gaze on

he smiled gently. “Do you

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

pressed her

want to

on

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

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued

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

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

she slapped him across the

her tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings

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 willingly thrown yourself into

wanted to have sex with you. Only you took it

Cecilia to the bed,

encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for you after

down in

him

a box

to bear it any longer, she slapped

buried her

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

Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear, intertwining within

his swollen

lunch. Don’t return here. Listen, Cecilia,

sobs grew fainter, the pain

for an

too embarrassed to face anyone outside

the strength to sit

trembled, she diligently put on

also rose from the

have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take

moment, she slapped his hand

replied, “I’m fine. I can manage on my

mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He

was for the best that

Even if he saw her off, what difference would

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 she would never call him Uncle

It was the end.

was merely another romantic affair, yet she had

Cecilia realized at this moment that

he had

door, she found

is much younger than you. You

and invited her to join them for

the affectionate grasp of the kind

to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send

three of them

unusual silence enveloped

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

Mark called the driver to take

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent

His heart ached.

him, Zoey sobbed softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right

the midst of this situation, Zoey displayed astute insight, realizing that her son wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both

had arrived to

entered the scene, he could sense the tension

came to pick you up. She insisted on going for

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering

place of being Mark’s first

of the project, Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from meeting someone

had spent

her exact history, he was convinced that she

tremor passed through

a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with

Zoey knew well that her son’s only concern was Cecilia,

Cathy a glass of

a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies for causing you

taken aback but he maintained his composure

exchanged a glance

the

of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions

Cecilia must have been

spy they had

foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had

gave a slight

entered the car with