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

long pause, Cecilia finally managed to say,

sitting amidst several

when Cecilia called him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing up and walking towards

so pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped a

of

touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled himself and instead asked,

a sound, halfway between a gasp and

eye

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

the other

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

her petite figure resembled

indeed so

of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who is this guy? Your new boyfriend, huh? Cecilia, didn’t you try to kill yourself

how reluctant Harold was

Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved

would come crawling back to him after he broke up

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

it was a look

though he was nothing but a pest. In

glanced over his shoulder and ordered, “Take him out of my

Harold was stunned.

him. They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader of the guards politely conveyed, “Mr. Evans requests your

Mr. Evans?

Mark, but he felt that the silver

decided not to offend this mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said to Cecilia, “Let’s talk about

her head away and

to ever talk to Harold again, deciding to

her eyes

all, she used to

tearful eyes, Mark smiled and was

sudden, he felt a small hand grab

can we talk? I’ll

Mark frowned slightly.

man and didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule. He had a few more

had been lonely for a long time, he found himself unable to resist such a cute girl. “Okay, let’s

walked out of

a dozen bodyguards followed Mark. Even though he was dressed casually, anyone could tell at a glance that he was a

up her things and followed Mark

in disbelief, Shelly stopped

can’t

and said shyly, “He’s my sister-in-law’s uncle, Mark Evans from Czanch. You know, the guy who’s often on

walked away, leaving Shelly no chance to

leave in a

had seized a hold of the most advanced

that such a

several

the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills

to get

all his bodyguards stopped

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

said, “Let her

then made way for Cecilia. Making a face at

about the little milk bottle in

and shook his

alleviated a lot. He wondered whether or not it was the miracle of young girls that gave

suite

had a small

busy. After he went in

than half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious dishes was delivered by the

was reading, Mark asked, “Young girls nowadays all seem

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

could she say that

dinner together. It was obvious that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air light by joking

to eating spicy

all the dishes, her throat had started to burn, and

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

girls liked spicy food. Mark

Cecilia’s murmurs, but he chose not to say anything because he thought that watching her

to Peter with his

in a restaurant. It seems that you don’t like the

welled up in Cecilia’s eyes. “I want fried

added, “Rena used to cook fried chicken for me all the

mentioned Rena on

Cecilia was being rather

Peter, “Order

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

he would order fried chicken and

Cecilia what she

sofa in front of the French window, Cecilia was very satisfied. Mark had been in the circle for nearly 20 years, but all

at the beautiful

very well by

with her ex-fiance. But at the moment, she was happily eating some fried chicken and sipping her milk shake. She

feeling

had already been removed. Peter

all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go

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

crumbs off her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can talk about our

in his laughter and

Cecilia and Mr. Evans

Mark didn’t say anything.

elite, their

looked

among them. Before leaving, that