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

a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand is disabled. She’ll have to train her left hand

lit a cigarette and contemplated the

“She can still be

would have to go through her first. She would serve as a shield for

could do nothing

Peter remained silent.

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

a cruel man had his

he was about to confront his

Czanch, several robust and

the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her

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

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

lost her appetite

the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten.

hand on her belly, reminiscing

a month ago, where passion had overtaken them and

Could she be pregnant?

her head and saw her extremely

of pregnancy, she decided she would

child. If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to ask

he want

door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning,

feeling unwell. I

themselves in a

allowed her to go downstairs but assigned two

purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it into her pocket before hastening back to her

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

mix of shock and horror as she

She was pregnant.

pregnant with

followed by faint footsteps. She knew Mark

her belly, she

saw each other, she felt as though they

wanting to tell

But Mark spoke first.

the sofa, his slender fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to

wanted to declare that she wasn’t

you stay? Can you bleed for me

“Do

admire her,” Mark

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

he was urging her

tremble as she failed to

appears you don’t quite get it. Look, I admire women like her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but

harsh voice, he declared, “You

those words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

but his love wasn’t enough for him to let go of what

the right one for

from asking that question. Instead, she

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

the dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes,

head and blessed him gently, “Then

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

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

their love

apologized for the failure of their

the right man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed

Mark departed.

open

the soft carpet, her face buried in

she didn’t dare to go

apartment on Gamous Road and survived on the food in the

she could only toss

night, she would wake up from dreams where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed and playfully scold her for

cheeks were wet with

never came

nightmare and

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

with Mark’s child.

clothes grew plainer by the

rental house, barely twenty square meters in size. Learning to

haggle over the price of a cup of

caught glimpses of Mark

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

more

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

several times during holidays

around about her whereabouts and was told that

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

reverted to his former self, the

sense of incompleteness in his

to enjoy spending time with Charlie and Flora because they

they had fun together, they

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

friends would echo

the end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate

would be the only one to taste the

to get married and her fans organized an event for

to

and conversed with

to inquire but her attention was caught by a

looked like

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

the mention of this long-lost name, Mark was

woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared

woman was carrying

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

elevator is for guests.

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