A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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 with

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

a cigarette and contemplated the

“She

he valued would have to go through

could do nothing

Peter remained silent.

bitter smile, “Why are you afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on

a cruel

he was about to

the finest hotel in Czanch, several robust and

couldn’t hold back

during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t

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

lost her appetite

urge to vomit, especially when she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten. This was unusual for her, as she had always had a good

placed a hand on her belly, reminiscing about

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

Could she be pregnant?

saw her

she would have to buy a

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

he want this

warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr.

Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell.

bodyguards found themselves in

go downstairs but assigned two guards to accompany

rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it into her pocket before hastening

she suspected, two crimson lines

at the result, her expression a mix

She was pregnant.

pregnant with Mark’s

from outside, followed by faint

her belly, she stepped

last saw each other, she felt as though they

wanting to

But Mark spoke first.

fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words before finally saying, “You’ve seen it, Cecilia. It’s dangerous

she

inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like Cathy, not a little baby like you

mumbled, “Do you

admire her,”

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

words, he was urging her to return

continued to tremble as she failed

it. Look, I admire women like her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined to lead neither an easy nor

harsh voice, he declared, “You

those words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

his love wasn’t enough for him to let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame

the right one for

asking that question. Instead,

he had made that clear to her. How could

their last silhouettes, she refrained from telling him

him gently, “Then I wish

and quivered

he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better

encompassed their love that had now

apologized for the failure of

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

Mark departed.

open

onto the soft carpet, her face buried in her

Duefron, she didn’t

to their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on

she could only toss all the ingredients into

night, she would wake up from dreams where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed and

waking, her cheeks were wet

never

nightmare and found

her family finding out about the child kept her from

alone with Mark’s child.

clothes grew plainer by the

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

to haggle over the price of a cup of milk

she caught glimpses of Mark

ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast

more

He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to be

the Fowler family several times during holidays but

told that she had gone on

to Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but

his former self, the Mr. Evans whom everyone admired and

a sense of

time with

they had fun together, they would

his emotions with jests, saying, “A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing the aurora. How could she possibly

would

their conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm and composed

the only one

get married and her

showed up to

company of her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually.

to inquire but her attention was caught by

figure was tall and looked

Mark and asked, “Mr. Evans, look, is

the mention of this long-lost name,

the direction indicated by Flora, he spotted a woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to be

moment, the woman was carrying a

to the second floor, Mark inquired of

“The elevator is for guests. The staff usually