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?

looked like a perfect gentleman, but there was also an oppressive

pause, Cecilia finally managed to say, “Uncle

amidst several

called him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing up and walking towards her. She raised her head slightly,

so pitiful that Mark’s

of a wounded

felt the impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled himself and instead

halfway between a gasp

still maintained eye

to faint. The man standing before her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia

other

long time. Cecilia almost

figure resembled a

was indeed so cute in

him. He

how reluctant Harold was

man, and he had always been the dominant person in his relationship with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved him very much and

Cecilia would come crawling back to

he expect that one day, Cecilia would look at

was a look

nothing but a pest. In

his shoulder and ordered, “Take

Harold was stunned.

each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader of the

Mr. Evans?

Mark, but he felt that the silver fox looked

the invisible dust off his suit, he said to Cecilia, “Let’s talk about this

head away and ignored

Harold again, deciding

eyes were still

used to

tearful eyes, Mark smiled and

felt a small hand

I’ll treat you to a

Mark frowned slightly.

and didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule.

long time, he found himself unable to resist such

out of

dressed casually, anyone could tell at

picked up her things and followed

in disbelief, Shelly stopped Cecil like

You can’t just

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

biting her lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving Shelly no

watched her leave in

seized a hold of the most advanced technology in the country. He wasn’t just a big shot, but a big shot among

couldn’t believe that such a man would be her friend’s

the elevator, several

taken sleeping pills and had a gastric lavage, so she was

tried her best to get

his bodyguards stopped her. She felt

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

“Let her close

face at Mark’s fierce-looking bodyguards, she squeezed her way toward Mark’s

couldn’t help thinking about the little milk

shook his

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

suite

even had a small gym

was quite busy. After he went in and

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

was reading, Mark asked, “Young girls nowadays all seem to like spicy food,

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

she say that

obvious that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good

wasn’t accustomed to eating

of the chili in all the dishes, her throat had started to burn,

whispered with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating in a hotel suite? It will take

young girls liked spicy

murmurs, but he chose not to say anything because he thought that watching her face turn red

Peter with

convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a

Cecilia’s eyes. “I want fried chicken

“Rena used to cook fried chicken

mentioned Rena

Cecilia was being

to Peter, “Order what she

It was always

was a little difficult to believe that he

Cecilia what

French window, Cecilia was very satisfied. Mark had been in the circle for nearly 20 years, but all this time, he had been able to maintain such a fit and healthy body. He didn’t eat

and stared at the beautiful young lady in his

been raised very

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 a

the table had already been removed. Peter

Mr. Evans. Would

Mark nodded.

we go

a while and answered, “No need. The

they said, Cecilia dusted the crumbs off her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle

tried to hold in his laughter

and Mr. Evans possibly

Mark didn’t say anything.

several members of the elite, their ages ranging

looked

among them. Before leaving, that woman noticed