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

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

a cigarette

a while, he murmured, “She can still

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

do nothing

Peter remained silent.

you afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all call me a devil,

even such a cruel man had his

about to confront

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

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even as she

Even during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t really go to

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

her appetite and felt

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,

hand on her belly, reminiscing about

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

Could she be pregnant?

lifted her head and saw her extremely pale

decided she would have to buy a

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

want this

offering a polite warning, “Miss

lips quivering, Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell.

bodyguards found themselves in a

go downstairs but

stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it into her pocket before hastening back

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

at the result, her expression a mix of shock

She was pregnant.

pregnant

faint footsteps. She knew

belly,

last saw each other, she felt as

lips trembled, wanting to tell

But Mark spoke first.

and settled onto the sofa, his slender fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled

declare that she wasn’t afraid of danger

inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me

“Do you love

admire her,” Mark

calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand.

words, he was urging her to

she failed to

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

a harsh voice, he declared,

words,

She thought she understood.

feelings for her 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 the

Cathy the right one

refrained from asking that question.

had made that clear to her. How could she

silhouettes, she refrained from telling him

lifted her head and blessed him gently, “Then I

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

her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the doorknob that he finally spoke, “I’m sorry,

encompassed their love that had

apologized for the failure

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

Mark departed.

open and

face buried in her hands as she cried

returning to Duefron, she didn’t dare to go

their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on the food in the

could only toss all the ingredients into boiling

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

waking, her cheeks were

he never

woke up from a nightmare and found her

about the child

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

grew plainer

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

she began to haggle over the price of a cup of milk shake

she caught glimpses of Mark in the

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

seemed more

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

the Fowler family several times during holidays but his status prevented him from inquiring

her whereabouts and was told that she had gone

home. He didn’t particularly

the Mr.

he felt a sense of incompleteness

time with

together, they would inquire

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

friends would echo

conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm and composed

he would be the only

about to get married and her fans

up to

fiance, Flora walked and conversed with

smile, Flora was about to inquire but her attention was caught by a familiar figure

figure was tall and looked like someone she knew from

Mark and asked, “Mr. Evans, look,

of this long-lost name, Mark

a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was

the woman was carrying a substantial

to the second floor, Mark inquired

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