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

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 left hand

cigarette and contemplated the

a while, he murmured, “She can still be of

to harm those he valued would have to go through her first. She would serve as a shield for him and those

could do nothing

Peter remained silent.

“Why are you afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s

even such a cruel

was about to

the finest hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears

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

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

lost her appetite

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

a hand on her belly, reminiscing

month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they

Could she be pregnant?

lifted her head and saw her extremely pale

of pregnancy, she decided she would have

know if she carried Mark’s child. If she

he want

offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed

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

bodyguards found themselves in a

allowed her to go downstairs but assigned

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

then, just as she suspected, two crimson lines materialized on the

gazed blankly at the result, her expression a mix

She was pregnant.

pregnant

by faint footsteps. She

belly, she stepped

had passed since they last saw each

trembled, wanting to tell

But Mark spoke first.

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 declare that she wasn’t

can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy?

mumbled, “Do you love

her,” Mark

her right hand. And I’m the one responsible for

those words, he was urging her to return

tremble as she failed to grasp his underlying

a cruel smile 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

harsh voice,

words, Cecilia felt

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 the right woman for

right one

that question. Instead,

a man of greatness and he had made that clear

silhouettes, she refrained from telling

blessed him gently, “Then I wish

eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go

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

encompassed their love that

the failure of their

little girl would eventually find the right man, while someone like him deserved to

Mark departed.

open and closed

collapsed onto the soft carpet, her face buried

to Duefron, she didn’t dare to

on Gamous Road and survived on the food

cook, she could only toss all the

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

cheeks were

never came

later, she woke up from a nightmare and found her

finding out about the child kept her from going

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

grew plainer by

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

the price of a cup of milk shake she used

she caught glimpses of Mark in the

sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt like an insurmountable barrier had

seemed more and more

a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to be found, even on special

the Fowler family several times during holidays but his status prevented

her whereabouts and was told that she

home, Zoey would serve late night snacks to Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all, as

his former self, the Mr.

a sense of incompleteness

spending time with Charlie and Flora

together, they would inquire

long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world

friends would echo his

the end, their conversations about Cecilia would

would be the only one to

Flora was about to get married and her fans organized

to

the company of her fiance, Flora walked and conversed

about to inquire but her attention was

and looked like

and asked, “Mr.

mention of this long-lost name, Mark

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

the woman was carrying a substantial stack of

floor, Mark inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator not available

responded softly, “The elevator is for guests. The