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 her with

the window. Peter draped a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand is disabled. She’ll

lit a cigarette

while, he murmured, “She

publicly declare Cathy as his intimate partner. This way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through her first. She

do nothing

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

even such a cruel man had

was about to

hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible bodyguards guarded one of the

couldn’t hold back her tears even as she

Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup

experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her previous

had lost her appetite and

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

on her belly,

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

Could she be pregnant?

and saw her extremely pale reflection in

possibility of pregnancy, she decided she would have

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

want this

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

unwell. I need

bodyguards found themselves in

downstairs

pregnancy

as she suspected, two crimson lines

her expression a mix of shock and horror as she

She was pregnant.

was pregnant with

outside, followed by faint

caressing her belly,

last saw each other, she

trembled, wanting to

But Mark spoke first.

armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words

to declare that she wasn’t afraid

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

“Do you

her,” Mark

trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And

he was urging her to return to Duefron

tremble as she failed to grasp

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

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 he already Possessed. He valued fame and power and she wasn’t

Cathy the right

refrained from asking that question. Instead, she slowly lowered her

clear

their last silhouettes, she refrained from

she lifted her head and blessed him gently, “Then

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

wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t

apology encompassed their love that

for the failure

while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power struggle. He

Mark departed.

open and closed

face buried in her

she didn’t dare to

Road and survived on

she could only toss

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

her cheeks were wet with

he never

from a nightmare and

of her family 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

plainer

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

began to haggle over the price of a cup

she caught glimpses of Mark

ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt like an

more and more

his phone but her messages were nowhere

had visited the Fowler family several times during holidays but his

was told that

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

former self, the Mr. Evans

a sense of incompleteness in

began to enjoy spending time with Charlie

fun together, they would inquire

he would mask his emotions with jests, saying, “A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing

friends would echo his

the end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate

be the only

time passed, Flora was about to get married and

up to

the company of her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However,

faint smile, Flora was about to inquire but her attention was caught

and looked like someone

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

of this long-lost name, Mark was taken

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

that moment, the woman was carrying a substantial stack

her rush to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter,

responded softly, “The elevator is for guests.