A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

She had never seen anyone who could talk to her father so casually.

Later, after Mark left, Cecilia overheard her father saying that Mark was a cunning fox.

Waylen, on the other hand, didn’t say anything.

Cecilia disagreed with her father’s remark. In her eyes, Mark was very gentle and polite, exuding an inexplicable air of confidence whenever he spoke.

At that time, she wondered how there could be such a good-looking man in this world.

She had to admit that she was attracted to him.

It was infatuation at first sight.

Cecilia didn’t think that she’d cross paths with Mark again so soon.

Let alone, that their second encounter would take place in such an unusual setting.

The day after Mark had visited the Fowler’s house, Cecilia had coffee with her friend in a cafe.

The coffee shop was in the lobby of a five-star hotel, and thus, it had quite a nice ambience.

Cecilia’s childhood friend, Shelly Johnson, sat opposite her. Shelly asked her anxiously, “Cece, are you alright? Man, what a jerk! I can’t believe you took three sleeping pills because of him. He’s not worth it!”

Cecilia lowered her head and said weakly, “! had no idea he was pining for my sister-in-law. I wanted to kill him as soon as I realized that he had cheated on Rena.”

Sniffling, Cecilia continued, “Fortunately, my sister-in-law didn’t let him trick her into sleeping with him.”

With a shake of her head, Shelly laughed angrily.

Her friend was such a sweet and innocent girl.

The two girls continued to chat over their coffee. They didn’t notice that a few tables away from them sat several decent-looking men. It was Mark, Peter, and a retinue of bodyguards.

It was Peter who seemed to notice Cecilia first.

He lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Evans, it’s the daughter of the Fowler family.”

Mark sipped his coffee leisurely, seemingly unbothered.

He had noticed Cecilia’s presence earlier and had eavesdropped on the girls’ conversation just now… What a little fool!

Mark was a very busy man, and there was no shortage of women who chased after him.

Thus, he had no intention of getting involved with the girl from the Fowler family. He was about to stand up to leave, and seeing this, the bodyguards immediately stood up first.

“Cecilia!”

Suddenly, a decent-looking man showed up and grabbed Cecilia’s wrist.

It was Harold. ©

As soon as word got out that Harold had a mistress, Cecilia blocked him and refused to listen to whatever excuse he might have.

Cecilia had even resorted to taking sleeping pills to get him off her mind.

Harold hadn’t gotten a hold of her until now…

Cecilia shook off his hand and frowned unhappily. “You hurt me.”

Harold gritted his teeth and swallowed back his frustration. After all, he was determined to get Cecilia back.

But he wasn’t doing it out of love. He was doing it because Cecilia’s family was rich, and Cecilia was a simple-minded girl. In Harold’s eyes, Cecilia was the ideal wife.

He lowered his posture to make himself less intimidating and said, “Can we talk?”

Shelly couldn’t help herself. She butted in and snapped, “There’s no need to talk, Harold. You slept with another woman, and now, the cat is out of the bag. Cecilia might be a kind girl, but do you really think she’ll forgive you after you cheated on her?”

Despite their high-end surroundings, Shelly flipped Harold off without hesitation.

Mark was about to leave just now, but then he suddenly sat back down and watched them with interest. To Peter, he remarked, “Look. Young people these days, am I right?”

Peter was the best at buttering up to his boss, so he acted accordingly and pretended to be unhappy.

“You’re barely over 40. You’re still young.”

Sure enough, this made Mark smile.

Enraged, Harold couldn’t help but get into a physical altercation with Cecilia.

Cecilia was fine, but the bag she left on the chair was knocked over, its contents scattering all over the floor.

Eight lipsticks rolled across the marble tiles.

There were also several adorable mini plushies; the one shaped like a lamb was especially cute.

And there was a small feeding bottle.

The atmosphere became quite awkward for a moment.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

He knew that Cecilia was two years older than Rena, but… Why would she keep a feeding bottle and cute little plushies in her bag?

Was she still a baby?

Peter, who had been quietly observing Mark, saw that the man who seldom smiled all year round was now smiling very faintly. It could be seen that Mark was actually happy.

Cecilia, on the other hand, felt very aggrieved.

Cheeks burning with shame, she bit her lip and murmured, “Harold, we already called off the engagement.”

Harold was about to say something when a low, masculine voice interrupted him.

“Peter, pick up her things,” Mark ordered domineeringly.

The contents of a girl’s purse, especially that feeding bottle, were exposed for the world to see, which was not appropriate.

Smiling, Peter nodded obediently and proceeded to pick up the scattered things, even going so far as to considerately put them back inside Cecilia’s purse and zip it up before putting the purse back.

In a daze, Cecilia looked up and met Mark’s intent gaze.

Shelly, on the other hand, was stunned. Who was this guy? And why did he look so cool and confident?

there was also an oppressive aura

pause, Cecilia finally managed to say,

was sitting amidst several

planning to stand up, but when Cecilia called him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing up and walking towards her. She raised her head slightly, tears glistening in

that Mark’s heart skipped

reminded him of a wounded

touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled himself and

halfway between a gasp and

maintained eye contact

was about to faint. The man standing before her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia would exercise restraint and

the other

such pure eyes in a long time. Cecilia almost looked like an innocent little bunny in

petite figure

was indeed so

Harold couldn’t help but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who is this guy? Your new boyfriend, huh? Cecilia,

Harold was to let

always been the dominant person in his relationship with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia

to him after he broke up with

that one day, Cecilia would look at someone else the way she used to look at

it was a

pest. In his eyes, Harold

over his shoulder and ordered, “Take him

Harold was stunned.

him. They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly

Mr. Evans?

felt that

man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said

her head away and ignored

Harold again, deciding to let the

eyes were

used to love

the young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled and

felt a small

Mark, can we talk? I’ll treat

Mark frowned slightly.

man and didn’t have time to deviate from

been lonely for a long time, he found himself unable

out of

dressed casually, anyone

picked up her things and followed Mark

wide in disbelief, Shelly stopped Cecil like

you crazy? You can’t just mess with

and said shyly, “He’s my sister-in-law’s uncle, Mark Evans from Czanch.

Cecilia walked away, leaving

her leave in a

who had seized a hold of the most advanced technology in

such a man would be her friend’s

several

the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had

best to get closer

bodyguards stopped her.

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close

way for Cecilia. Making a face at Mark’s fierce-looking bodyguards, she squeezed her

thinking about the little milk bottle in her

and shook his

it was

hotel suite

had a small gym

went in and ordered some

full of scrumptious dishes was delivered

asked, “Young girls nowadays all seem to like spicy food, so that’s what I ordered.

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say that it

he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air light by

accustomed to

the dishes, her throat had started

plate, Cecilia finally whispered with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating in a hotel suite? It will take forever to

girls liked

not to say anything because

Peter with

“Because it is not convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a restaurant.

Cecilia’s eyes. “I want fried chicken and milk

to cook fried

Rena

chuckled and thought Cecilia was

to Peter, “Order what she wants for

Peter was quite surprised. Mr. Evans wasn’t usually this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated him. How could he compromise with a young woman

was a little difficult to believe that he would order

got Cecilia what she

20 years, but all this time, he had

there and stared at the beautiful young lady in his

been raised very well by

she had tried to take her own life, and just now, she had a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at the moment, she was happily eating some fried chicken and sipping her

feeling

leftovers on the table had already been

Mr. Evans. Would you like to see them

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we

answered, “No need. The matter’s not a very

go

in

business could Cecilia and Mr.

Mark didn’t say anything.

met with several members of the elite, their ages ranging from 30 to 40

looked

leaving, that