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

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

a cigarette and contemplated the

murmured, “She

to harm those he valued would have

could do nothing about

Peter remained silent.

don’t you? What’s the word on the street

even such a cruel man had

about to confront his

hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards guarded one

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears

her breakup with Harold, she

once believed that her infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her previous understanding of love

lost her

food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had

on her belly,

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

Could she be pregnant?

and saw her extremely pale reflection in

decided she

know if she carried Mark’s child. If she was

he want

a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that you are not

lips quivering, Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell. I need to go

found themselves in

downstairs but assigned two guards to accompany

the pregnancy test kit and

two crimson lines materialized

expression a mix of shock and horror as

She was pregnant.

pregnant with

by faint footsteps.

her belly, she

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

lips trembled, wanting to tell him about the

But Mark spoke first.

he struggled to

that she wasn’t

me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what

“Do you love

admire her,”

the creases on his trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand.

he was urging

to tremble as she failed to grasp

undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction.

harsh voice, he declared, “You

words,

She thought she understood.

feelings for her but his love wasn’t enough for him to let go of what

the right one

that question.

made that clear to her. How could she hold

the dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she refrained from telling

lifted her head and blessed him gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans

she averted her eyes and quivered

pausing as if he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it.

their love that had

for the failure

girl would eventually find the right man, while someone like him deserved to

Mark departed.

open and closed

her face buried in her hands

Duefron, she didn’t dare to go

on Gamous Road and survived on the food

could only toss all the ingredients into boiling

returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed and

her cheeks were wet with

he never

she woke up from a nightmare and found her belly

family finding out about the child kept her from

dare to let her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She

clothes grew plainer

tiny rental house, barely twenty square meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying

to haggle over the price of

of Mark in the

remained as spirited and vigorous as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt like an

together seemed more

a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were

during holidays but his status prevented him from

told that she had gone

He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all, as if he was doing it for

former self, the Mr.

he felt a sense of incompleteness in

with Charlie and Flora

they had fun together, they would inquire

little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the

friends would echo

conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm

be the only

time passed, Flora was about to get married and

up to

the company of her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed

a faint smile, Flora was about to inquire but her attention was caught by

tall and looked like someone she knew from

stopped Mark and asked, “Mr. Evans, look, is that

of this long-lost name, Mark was taken

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

was carrying a

inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator not

for guests. The staff usually can’t

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