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.

figure filled her

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 the future. How should we handle

a cigarette and contemplated

“She can still be

valued would have

do

Peter remained silent.

turned around, inquiring with a bitter smile, “Why are you afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all call me a

even such a cruel

about

Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards guarded one

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

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

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

lost her

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

hand on her belly, reminiscing about

last intimate encounter a month ago, where passion

Could she be pregnant?

saw her extremely pale reflection

pregnancy, she decided she would

know if she carried Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she

want

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

feeling unwell. I need to go to the

found themselves in a

allowed her to go downstairs but assigned two guards to

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

as she suspected, two crimson lines materialized on the pregnancy

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

She was pregnant.

pregnant with Mark’s

followed by faint footsteps.

her belly, she stepped out

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

to

But Mark spoke first.

onto the sofa, his slender 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 to be with

wanted to declare that she wasn’t

“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 who

“Do you love

admire her,”

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

words, he was urging

lips continued to tremble as she failed to grasp

women like her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for

in a harsh voice, he declared, “You

those words,

She thought she understood.

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

the right

refrained from asking that question. Instead, she

a man of greatness and he had made that clear to her. How could she hold him back with

last silhouettes, she refrained from telling him

head and blessed him gently, “Then I

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

pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the doorknob that he finally spoke,

their love that had

apologized for the

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

Mark departed.

creaked open

the soft carpet, her face buried in her hands

to Duefron, she didn’t

on Gamous Road

she could only toss all the

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

waking, her cheeks were wet

he never came

she woke up from a nightmare and found

finding out about the child kept her

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

clothes grew plainer

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

the price of a

glimpses of Mark in the

and vigorous as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts.

seemed more and more like vivid

developed a bad habit. He often checked his phone

holidays but his

and was told that

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

his former self, the Mr. Evans whom

a sense of incompleteness in

with Charlie and

they had fun together,

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

friends would echo his

about Cecilia would culminate with his warm

he would be the only one to taste the

time passed, Flora was about to get married and

to show

conversed with Mark

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

was tall and looked like someone she

stopped Mark and asked, “Mr.

this long-lost name, Mark

Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to

that moment, the woman was carrying a substantial

to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter,

responded softly, “The elevator is for guests. The staff usually can’t use