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.

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

at

turn, Mark looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before

affectionately patted Mark and explained, “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

provoke

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

away to

Zoey gazed in the direction of

servants didn’t dare to enter the east

door and

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

back pressed against

Peter. “Book a ticket for Cecilia this

took hold of his hand, preventing him from

stern. “You

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

his gaze

silence, he smiled gently. “Do

emotion. Rarely engaged in conflicts, she knew she had

pressed her shoulder

want to

tears on the

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

a firm resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s

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

and subjected her to degrading

she slapped him across

Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have

profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown

wanted to have sex

Cecilia to

speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe

broke down in

him

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

bear it any longer, she slapped him

slap, she buried her face in

lay there despondently, covering

remained concealed, adorned

in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing

emotions were a blend of sorrow and

Mark shielded his swollen

return here. Listen, Cecilia, I no

grew fainter,

that posture, she remained there for an extended

feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such

strength to sit up and started

diligently put on

also rose

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

she slapped

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

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

the best that

do? Even if he

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

It was the end.

romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love

at this moment that

had loved her once

opened the door, she found

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

took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them

resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully

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

so, the three of

unusual silence

continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the

finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take

limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long

His heart ached.

found the right

she couldn’t help but

arrived to pick up

could sense the tension and deduced what

came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a

Mark’s expression changed slightly.

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

held the place of

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

spent three years working

was convinced that she had been covertly sent by a foreign

tremor passed through

relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy to Zoey’s

only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was quite

didn’t even offer Cathy a glass of

In a soft voice,

taken aback but he

a

the

Mark’s ability to perceive everything

Cecilia must have been

spy they

in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter

“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”

nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s

a

entered the car with