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.

figure filled her with

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

lit a cigarette and contemplated

a while, he murmured, “She can still

as his intimate partner. This way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would

do nothing

Peter remained silent.

always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all

a cruel

he was about to confront his

robust and responsible

suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even

a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold,

However, experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her

had lost her appetite

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

placed a hand on her belly, reminiscing about the

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

Could she be pregnant?

her extremely pale reflection

of pregnancy, she decided she would

carried Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to ask

he want this

Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss

Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell. I

bodyguards found themselves in

her to go downstairs but assigned two guards

inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked

she suspected, two

blankly at the result, her expression a mix of shock and horror as she covered her

She was pregnant.

pregnant with

by faint footsteps.

caressing her belly, she stepped

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

wanting to tell him about the

But Mark spoke first.

bypassed her and settled onto the sofa, his slender fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words before

to declare that she wasn’t

Can you bleed for me like

“Do you

admire her,” Mark

trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m

he was urging her

continued to tremble as she failed to grasp his underlying

Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be

a harsh voice, he

words,

She thought she understood.

did have feelings for her but his love wasn’t enough for him to let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame and power and she wasn’t the right

Cathy the right one for

from asking that question. Instead, she slowly lowered her

made that clear to her. How could she hold him back with a

overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she refrained from telling

and blessed him gently, “Then

she averted her eyes and quivered her lips,

wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until

apology encompassed their love that had

for the failure

find the right man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power struggle. He considered it punishment for his

Mark departed.

door creaked open and closed

her face buried in

returning to Duefron, she

Road and survived on the food in

toss all the ingredients

from dreams where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her

cheeks were wet with

he never

up from a nightmare and found her belly had

out about the child

know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever she could, with no credit cards or cash to

clothes grew plainer by the

Learning to support herself with

haggle over the price of a

glimpses of

as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to

seemed more and more like vivid

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

the Fowler family several times during holidays but his status prevented him from inquiring about

her whereabouts and was told that she had gone

serve late night snacks to Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he

former self, the Mr.

he felt a sense

began to enjoy spending time with

together, they would inquire

won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing

would

would culminate with his

he would be the only one to taste the

Flora was about to get married and her fans

showed up to show his

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

was about to inquire but her

was tall and looked like someone she knew

quickly stopped Mark and asked,

this long-lost name, Mark was

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

that moment, the woman was carrying

her rush to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator not

“The elevator is for guests. The staff

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