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.

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

up at Mark

for a

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.

words didn’t provoke Mark to

slowly, “Let her stay in the previous room. I’ll take

Cecilia away

the direction

servants didn’t dare to enter

open the bedroom door and

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

against the door, tears brimming

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

could finish his sentence, Cecilia took hold of his

grew stern. “You

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

fixed his gaze on

smiled gently. “Do you believe the

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

her

want to hear

tears on the brink of

at her and spoke softly, “You can’t handle the truth. But if you insist, I’ll tell you. Before you, there was Miss Holt, Miss Green, Miss Smith… 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

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

indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I no longer wish to

and subjected her

slapped him across

her tears, Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, 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 have willingly thrown yourself into

a naive fool! I merely wanted to have sex

Cecilia to the bed, she

up in Mark’s eyes as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely

broke down in

him

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

longer, she slapped him across the

the stinging slap, she buried her face

face flushed with embarrassment. He lay there

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

Cecilia’s eyes, flowing down her

of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled

swollen eyes

Listen, Cecilia,

moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing her

an extended period, slowly curling

too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such

strength to sit up and started

put on her clothes, gradually

also rose

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

she slapped

I can manage on my

before finally lowering it. He wanted to

was for the best that she

if he saw

firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this

It was the end.

romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love with

realized at this moment

that he had loved

Cecilia opened the door,

a warm smile, Zoey asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should

invited her to join them for

grasp of the kind

to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you to

three of them shared a

silence enveloped

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

called the driver

Mark stood

His heart ached.

sobbed softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did

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

arrived to pick

could sense the tension and deduced

furrowed as he whispered to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to pick you up. She

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

Wilson was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just

held the place of being Mark’s

picture. Encountering an old flame

Cathy had spent three

convinced that she had been covertly

tremor passed through

relationship with Mark in the past

son’s only concern was Cecilia,

even offer Cathy

Cathy seemed unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she

he maintained his

exchanged a glance with

understood the unspoken

Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability to perceive everything and make prompt decisions in such

Cecilia must have

was the spy they had

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

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

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

a

the car