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

over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand

a cigarette and contemplated the

“She can still be

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

do

Peter remained silent.

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

even such a cruel man had

was about

robust and responsible bodyguards

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

tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup

that her infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how

had lost her

the 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

her belly, reminiscing about the

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

Could she be pregnant?

lifted her head and saw her

the possibility of pregnancy, she decided she would have to buy

If she was indeed pregnant, she intended

want this

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

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

themselves in a

allowed her to go downstairs but assigned two guards to accompany

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

just as she suspected, two crimson lines materialized

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

She was pregnant.

was pregnant

faint footsteps. She knew Mark

belly, she

they last saw each other, she

trembled, wanting to

But Mark spoke first.

the armrest. It seemed like he struggled

that she wasn’t afraid of

her, smiling, and inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like

“Do you

her,”

“I disabled her right hand. And

was urging her to

as she failed to grasp his underlying

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

harsh voice,

those words,

She thought she understood.

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

Cathy the right one

that question. Instead, she slowly

man of greatness and he had made that clear to her. How could

light overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she refrained from telling

she lifted her head and blessed him gently, “Then I wish

her, she averted her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go now. Otherwise, I’ll become

better of it. It wasn’t until he held the doorknob that he finally spoke, “I’m

encompassed their love

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.

creaked open

carpet, her face buried in her hands as she

to Duefron, she didn’t

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

only toss all

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

waking, her cheeks were wet with

never came

woke up from a nightmare and found her belly had started to

about

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

plainer by

moved into a tiny rental house, barely twenty square meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even taught herself

began to haggle over the price of a cup of milk shake

of Mark in

spirited and vigorous as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to

together seemed more

Cecilia, Mark had developed a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her

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

her whereabouts and was told that she had

home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all, as if he was

self, the Mr.

he felt a sense of incompleteness in

spending time with Charlie and Flora because

together,

last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing the

friends would echo

end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm

would be the only one to taste the

was about to get married and her fans organized an event for

up to show

fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark

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

looked

quickly stopped Mark and asked, “Mr. Evans, look,

mention of this long-lost name, Mark was taken

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

moment, the woman was carrying a

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

elevator is for guests. The staff usually can’t