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.

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

at

looked at her quietly for a prolonged

freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t leave her out there. Do you

didn’t provoke Mark

attention remained 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

enter

door and gently

her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following

pressed against the door,

“Book

could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

stern. “You

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

his gaze on

smiled gently. “Do you believe the

Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had to find out the

her

to hear the

lips quivered, tears on

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. I don’t wish to entertain you any longer, alright? You mentioned I never

started unbuttoning

desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress

Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her

response, she slapped

tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you

fondness. If I hadn’t claimed

to

pinned Cecilia to the bed, she

encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by

broke down in

him to

she prevented him from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if

it any longer,

buried her face in the quilt

embarrassment. He lay there

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

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down

a blend of sorrow and

his swollen eyes and spoke up in

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

each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter,

there for an extended period, slowly curling up

embarrassed to face anyone

strength to sit up and started

she diligently put on her clothes,

rose from the

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

moment, she slapped

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

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

best

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

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

It was the end.

yet she had

this moment that she harbored

had loved her once

opened the door,

Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You

hand and invited her to join

the kind old

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

so, the three of them shared a meal

unusual silence enveloped

appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette and

the driver to take her

stood there

His heart ached.

found the right girl and wanted to

wastroubled and left with 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

to pick up

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

“Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up.

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

junior in college,

the place of being Mark’s

old flame was

graduating, Cathy had spent three

exact history, he was convinced that she had been

tremor passed

on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would

son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus

didn’t even offer Cathy a

In a soft voice,

taken aback but he maintained his composure and nodded

a glance

the unspoken

edge, full of admiration for Mark’s

Cecilia must

the spy they had been

company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

gave a

the car