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 with

said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s

cigarette and

“She can still be of

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

could do

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

such a cruel man had

about

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

suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even as

she’d known Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she

bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her previous

lost her appetite

Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw

placed a hand on her belly, reminiscing

month ago, where passion had overtaken

Could she be pregnant?

lifted her head and saw her extremely pale reflection in

pregnancy, she decided she

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

want this

warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr.

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

bodyguards found themselves

downstairs

stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely

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

mix

She was pregnant.

pregnant with

by faint footsteps. She knew Mark was

her belly, she stepped

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

wanting to tell him about

But Mark spoke first.

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

wanted to declare that she wasn’t afraid

for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is someone

mumbled, “Do you love

admire her,” Mark

stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m the one

was urging her to return to

she failed to

then said with 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

in a harsh voice, he

words,

She thought she understood.

let go of what he already Possessed. He valued

Cathy the right one

from asking that question.

made that clear to her. How could she hold

dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she

blessed him gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans

her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go

better of it. It

encompassed their love

the

the right man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power struggle. He considered it punishment for his

Mark departed.

creaked open and closed

the soft carpet, her face buried in her hands as she

returning to Duefron, she didn’t dare

their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on the

only toss all the ingredients into

had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed and

her cheeks were wet

he never came

up from a nightmare and found her belly had

out about the child kept her from

didn’t dare to let her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever she could, with no credit cards or cash to

clothes grew plainer

tiny 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

of Mark

ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to

more

He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to

several times during holidays but his status prevented him

around about her whereabouts and was told that she had gone

whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all, as if he was doing

former self, the

felt a sense of incompleteness

began to enjoy spending time with Charlie and Flora because they remembered

together, they

“A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her

would

end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his

be the only one to taste the

about to get married and

to

Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed that he seemed

was about to inquire but her

figure was tall and looked like

Mark and asked, “Mr.

this long-lost

he spotted a woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to be six months pregnant. How could

that moment, the woman was carrying a substantial stack

inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator

softly, “The elevator is for guests. The

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