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?

perfect gentleman, but there

long pause, Cecilia finally managed to

sitting amidst several other

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 her beautiful

looked so pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped

reminded him of a

impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he

halfway

still maintained eye contact

was about to faint. The man standing before her was

the other hand, didn’t

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

her petite figure resembled

so cute

front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia,

statement revealed how reluctant Harold was

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

to him after

in his wildest dreams did he expect that one day, Cecilia would

it was a look

a pest.

ordered, “Take him out

Harold was stunned.

and robust bodyguards dressed in black surrounded him. They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader of the guards politely

Mr. Evans?

didn’t know Mark, but he felt that the

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

turned her head

to Harold again, deciding to let the matter

eyes were still

she used to love

eyes, Mark

all of a sudden, he felt a small

can we talk? I’ll treat you to a

Mark frowned slightly.

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

maybe because he had been lonely for a long time, he found himself unable to resist such a cute

walked out of the

a dozen bodyguards followed Mark. Even though he was dressed casually,

her things and followed Mark

in disbelief, Shelly

crazy? You can’t just

my sister-in-law’s uncle, Mark Evans from

her lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving

watched her leave in a

most advanced technology in

believe that such a man

several bodyguards

had been pushed into a corner of the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had a gastric lavage, so she was looking a bit

best to get closer to

his bodyguards stopped her. She felt

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let

face at Mark’s fierce-looking

the little milk bottle in her

shook

wondered whether or not it was

suite was

a small gym

busy. After he went in and ordered some food, Peter went

half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious dishes was

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say that

dinner together. It was obvious that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He

to

throat had started to burn, and her eyes

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

liked

say anything because he thought that

Peter with his

in a restaurant. It

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

added, “Rena used to cook fried chicken for

mentioned Rena

thought Cecilia

whispered to Peter, “Order what she wants for

usually this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated him. How could he

a little difficult to believe that he would order fried chicken and milk

got Cecilia what

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

stared at the beautiful young lady in

been raised very well

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

couldn’t help feeling a

already been removed. Peter

Would you like to see

Mark nodded.

“Shall we

while and answered, “No need. The

smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can

hold in his laughter and

business could Cecilia and Mr. Evans possibly

Mark didn’t say anything.

with several members of the elite, their

looked very

there was an exceedingly fascinating woman among them. Before leaving, that woman