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.

filled

dawn, 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 to train her

a cigarette and contemplated

murmured, “She can

partner. This way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through her first. She would serve as a shield for him and those he sought to

she could do

Peter remained silent.

always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the

such a cruel

he was about to

in Czanch, several robust and

hold back her tears even

her breakup with Harold, she didn’t really go

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

her appetite and felt

she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten. This was

hand on her belly,

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

Could she be pregnant?

her extremely pale reflection in

possibility of pregnancy, she decided she would

Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she

he want this

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

“I’m feeling unwell. I need to

found themselves in

go downstairs but assigned two

the hotel, there stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked

two crimson lines materialized on the

expression a mix of shock and horror as

She was pregnant.

was pregnant

echoed from outside, followed by faint footsteps. She knew Mark was

her belly,

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

wanting to tell him about

But Mark spoke first.

seemed like he struggled to find the right words before finally saying,

wanted to declare that she wasn’t

me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like Cathy, not a little baby like

mumbled, “Do you

her,” Mark

disabled her right hand.

he was urging her to return to

lips continued to tremble as she failed to grasp his underlying

slowly forming, “It appears you don’t quite get 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

in a harsh voice,

words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

to let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame and power and she wasn’t the

right one

refrained from asking that question. Instead, she slowly lowered

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

last silhouettes, she

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

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

eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the doorknob that he finally

their love

apologized for the

while someone like him deserved to be

Mark departed.

creaked open and closed

face buried in

returning to Duefron, she didn’t

on Gamous Road and survived on

toss all the ingredients into

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

were

never came

she woke up from a nightmare and found her belly

out about the child

her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever she could,

clothes grew plainer by

meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time

haggle over the price of a cup of milk shake

caught glimpses of Mark in

sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt

more and more like

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

times during holidays but his status prevented him from inquiring

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

Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t

the Mr. Evans whom everyone

sense of

began to enjoy spending time with Charlie and Flora because

fun together,

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 echo his

the end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm and

the only one to taste the

Flora was about to get married and her fans organized

showed up to show his

and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed

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

figure was tall and looked like

and asked, “Mr.

mention of this long-lost name, Mark

he spotted a woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However,

moment, the woman was carrying

second floor, Mark inquired of

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