A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1211-1220

Peter couldn’t help but worry. “Will Cathy…”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s actions had nearly pushed Cathy to the breaking point. As long as she wasn’t utterly reckless, she wouldn’t dare utter a word.

Peter nodded, waiting in quiet vigilance.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the phone rang again. It was the same voice. “Mr. Evans, your former flame, Cathy Wilson, is in our custody… Huh, you seem to be quite fortunate in love.

The women around you are all remarkably beautiful.”

Mark responded with a composed tone, “Don’t harm her.”

The man chuckled and brushed against Cathy, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he remarked, “If you wish to spare your first love from harm, you’ll have to pay a price.

Otherwise, who knows if she’ll meet the same fate as Paul’s wife.”

In a low voice, Mark inquired, “Where are you? How do we proceed with the exchange?”

After concluding the call, the man crudely fondled Cathy multiple times.

Casting a disdainful gaze at Cecilia, he jeered, “It seems that Mark favors this woman more.”

Cecilia stood stunned.

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Mark had actually come here… for her.

Late at night, Mark arrived.

The driver parked the car outside, while the bodyguards and Peter remained in place. With the chip in hand, Mark entered the warehouse. The atmosphere choked him, the air thick with dust.

Mark scanned his surroundings.

His Cecilia was bound to a chair, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at him with unwavering trust.

Oh, naive girl.

Even at this moment, she still believed in him.

Mark’s heart ached in a way he had never experienced before. Yet, he didn’t focus on Cecilia; his concern was fixed on Cathy…

The strong man approached, brandishing a knife.

Six more individuals surrounded Mark, their eyes fierce like tigers.

Clad in black, Mark stood there, his presence both gentle and handsome, standing out amidst the hostile environment.

“Mr. Evans, what a romantic man you are!” the strong man mocked.

Gripping Cathy’s hair, he flung her forward, sneering. “Let’s get this over with.”

Mark held a chip in his hand.

‘Speaking softly, he said, “All the information about the project.”

The man was skeptical. Mark threw the chip to him and added, “You can inspect it first.”

Instinctively, the man caught it.

However, it wasn’t a chip at all; it was a small detonator. The moment he touched it, it exploded. Both the strong man and Cathy were blown back.

Everyone stood in shock.

Mark’s cruelty left them astounded.

Cathy lay in a pool of blood, her hand severely injured. She gazed at Mark with sorrow, unable to believe he would do this to her.

Without hesitation, he had risked her life for the sake of his beloved woman.

Almost instantly, the bodyguards rushed in, accompanied by some policemen.

Mark maintained a composed gaze on Cecilia.

And Cecilia reciprocated the look.

In her heart, she believed Mark would come over, embrace her, and untie the ropes that bound her. Yet, instead, he walked to Cathy, knelt down, and cradled her in his arms. With tenderness, he uttered, “Cathy, I’ll take you to the hospital immediately.”

Cathy was on the verge of losing consciousness due to the pain, but she clung to her last breath.

Her gaze locked onto the man before her and she murmured, “Mark, you are so merciless.”

Drawing near to Cathy’s ear, Mark whispered, “You shouldn’t have harmed her.”

Cathy closed her eyes ever so slightly.

Defeated in love by the innocent Cecilia and outmaneuvered by Mark, Cathy realized he had long embedded his people within the company, far surpassing Paul in strategy.

Resignation etched on her face, she asked, “Why didn’t you take the project at the beginning? Why giving it to Paul?”

Back then…

Mark’s eyes lowered, bitterness consuming him as he recalled how he had yearned to offer a haven to the young girl.

Yet his actions indirectly led to the demise of Paul and his wife.

One of Cathy’s hands lay broken, but it wasn’t enough. Mark had to personally witness the project’s success and personally integrate it into the aerospace industry… Only that would make Paul and his wife’s death meaningful.

Emerging from the warehouse, Mark carried Cathy in his arms.

Following behind, Cecilia’s tender voice called out, “Uncle Mark…”

Mark halted his stride, contemplating the next course of action.

After a while, he instructed Peter, “Locate a suitable hotel and get her settled in.”

Peter unfastened the rope on his own, ensuring Cecilia was unharmed. Witnessing her unscathed state, he felt a lump in his throat and comforted her, “Thank heavens you’re alright.”

However, Cecilia remained fixated on the spot where Mark had departed, utterly stunned.

retreating figure filled her

Mark stood by the window. Peter draped a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand is disabled. She’ll have to train her left hand for

cigarette and contemplated

“She can still be

anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through her first. She would serve as a shield for

she could do nothing about

Peter remained silent.

know me, don’t you? What’s the

a cruel man had his

about to confront

hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards guarded one of

the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her

known Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t really go to the

the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her previous understanding of

her

rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten. This was unusual for her, as she

a hand on her belly,

encounter a month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the use

Could she be pregnant?

head and saw her

decided she would have

If she was indeed

he want

at the door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that

unwell. I

found themselves in a

downstairs but assigned two guards

the hotel, there stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it into her pocket before hastening back to her

then, just as she suspected, two

the result, her expression a mix of

She was pregnant.

was pregnant

faint footsteps. She

caressing her belly, she

had passed since they last saw each other, she felt as though

wanting to tell

But Mark spoke first.

gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find

declare that she wasn’t afraid of danger

Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like

mumbled, “Do

admire her,” Mark

the creases on his trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m the one responsible for it. Do you

urging her

tremble as she

her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined to lead neither

voice, he declared, “You know

those words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

for him to let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame

right

that question. Instead,

that clear to her. How could she hold

the dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she

gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans a brighter

her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go now.

up, pausing as if he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better

encompassed their love that had

the failure

him deserved to

Mark departed.

door creaked open and closed

collapsed onto the soft carpet, her face buried in her hands as

returning to Duefron, she

to their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on the food in

only toss all

where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed and playfully scold her for

were wet with cold

he never came

woke up from a nightmare and

out about the child kept

pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever she could, with no credit cards

grew plainer by

twenty square meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even

of a cup of

she caught glimpses of

in sharp contrast to her

more

leaving Cecilia, Mark had developed a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to be found, even on special

holidays but his status prevented him from inquiring

was told that she had gone on

home, Zoey would serve late night snacks to Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all,

his former self, the

a sense

began to enjoy spending time with Charlie and

fun together, they would inquire about

long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing the aurora. How could she possibly

would

Cecilia would culminate with his

he would be the only one to

married and her fans organized an event

to show

fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed that he

was about to inquire but her attention was caught by a familiar figure

was tall and looked like someone she knew

asked,

the mention of this long-lost

spotted a woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to be six months

was carrying a

the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter, “Is the

responded softly, “The elevator is for guests.

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