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 with

Wilson’s right hand is disabled. She’ll have to

lit a cigarette and contemplated the

a while, he murmured, “She can

his intimate partner. This way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through

do nothing

Peter remained silent.

me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me?

a cruel man had

he was about to confront his

finest hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible

hold back her tears even as she

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

the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her

her

she couldn’t suppress 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

placed a hand on her belly, reminiscing about the

where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the use

Could she be pregnant?

her

possibility of pregnancy, she decided she would have

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

he want this

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

feeling unwell. I need to go to

bodyguards found themselves

downstairs

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

just as she suspected, two crimson lines materialized on

gazed blankly at the result, her expression a mix of shock

She was pregnant.

was pregnant with

outside, followed by faint footsteps. She knew Mark

belly, she

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

lips trembled, wanting to tell him

But Mark spoke first.

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

that she wasn’t afraid

bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone like Cathy, not a little baby like you who

“Do

admire her,” Mark

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

was urging her to

she failed to

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

harsh voice, he declared, “You

those words, Cecilia felt

She thought she understood.

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

the right one

question. Instead, she slowly

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

last silhouettes, she refrained from telling him about her

gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans a

fixed on her, she averted her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go

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

apology encompassed their love that had now

for the failure

to be consumed by the power

Mark departed.

open and

carpet, her face buried in her hands as she cried

Duefron, she didn’t dare to

Gamous Road and

she could only toss all the ingredients into boiling

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

cheeks were wet

he never came

she woke up from a nightmare and

her family finding out about the child kept

didn’t dare to let her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She

clothes grew plainer by the

in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even taught herself to cook simple

to haggle over the price of a cup of milk shake

glimpses of Mark in the

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

seemed more and

often checked his

holidays but his status prevented him from

whereabouts and was told that she had gone on trips

He didn’t particularly enjoy it but

the Mr. Evans whom

felt a sense of incompleteness

enjoy spending time with Charlie and

together, they would

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

would

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

only one to taste

get married and her

showed up to

walked and conversed with

was about to inquire but her attention was caught by

looked

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

mention of this long-lost name, Mark was taken

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

that moment, the woman was carrying a substantial stack of

her rush to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator

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