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

tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand

a cigarette

murmured, “She can still be

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

do nothing about

Peter remained silent.

you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all

a cruel

about

several robust and

the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even as she

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

once believed that her infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with

had lost her

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

a hand on her belly, reminiscing

where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the

Could she be pregnant?

saw her extremely pale reflection

pregnancy, she decided she would have to

know if she carried Mark’s child. If she

he want this

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

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

found themselves in

downstairs but

pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked

she suspected, two crimson lines materialized on

expression a mix of shock and horror as she

She was pregnant.

was pregnant with

outside, followed by faint

belly, she stepped out

two hours had passed since they last saw each other, she

trembled, wanting to tell him about

But Mark spoke first.

the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words

to declare that she wasn’t afraid

inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy?

“Do you

her,”

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

urging her to

she failed to grasp his

admire women like her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined to

harsh voice, he declared, “You know

words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

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 woman for

Cathy the right one for

from asking that question. Instead, she

made that clear to her. How could she hold him

dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes,

blessed him gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans a

eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go now.

as if he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the

apology encompassed their love that had

for the failure of

man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power

Mark departed.

open and

the soft carpet, her face

she didn’t

apartment on Gamous Road and

to cook, she could only toss all the

Mark’ had returned. In her

cheeks were

he never

later, she woke up from a nightmare and found her belly

of her family finding out about the child kept her from going

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

grew plainer

to support herself with

she began to haggle over the price of a cup

she caught glimpses of

ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt like an insurmountable barrier had arisen

together seemed more and more

Mark had developed a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to

the Fowler family several times during holidays but

asked around about her whereabouts and was told that she had gone on trips

home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it

self, the Mr. Evans whom everyone admired and

felt a sense of incompleteness in his

time with Charlie and Flora because they

together, they would

moments, he would mask his emotions with jests, saying, “A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing

friends would echo

the end, their conversations about Cecilia would

he would be the only one to taste the

was about to get married and her

showed up to

walked and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed

smile, Flora was about to inquire but her attention was caught by a familiar figure in the

and looked like someone

and asked, “Mr. Evans, look,

long-lost name, Mark

resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to

was

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

responded softly, “The elevator is for guests. The

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255