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?

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

finally

sitting amidst several

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

looked so pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped

reminded him of

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

halfway between a gasp and

still maintained eye contact with

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

on the other hand, didn’t

long time. Cecilia almost looked like an innocent little bunny in

figure resembled a

so cute in his

of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who is this guy? Your

reluctant Harold was to let

in his relationship with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved him very much and always

back to him after

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

was a

was nothing but a pest.

over his shoulder and ordered, “Take

Harold was stunned.

earphones, exuding a highly professional

Mr. Evans?

but he felt that the silver fox looked

off his suit, he said to

turned her head away and

talk to Harold again, deciding to let

her eyes were

she used

at the young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled and

of a sudden, he felt a small

can we talk? I’ll treat

Mark frowned slightly.

told, he was a very busy man and didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule. He had a few

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

he walked out of the cafe

dressed casually, anyone could tell at a glance that

things and followed Mark

disbelief, Shelly stopped Cecil like

You can’t

Mark Evans from Czanch. You know, the guy

her lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving Shelly no chance to

watched her leave

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

such a man would be

several bodyguards

elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had a

best to get closer

stopped her. She

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

“Let her

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

help thinking about the little

and shook

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

suite

a small gym

in and

full of scrumptious dishes was delivered by

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say

Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air light by joking from time to time.

to eating spicy

chili in all the dishes, her throat had started to burn, and her eyes had soon

Cecilia finally whispered with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating in a

girls liked spicy food. Mark

to say anything because he thought that watching her face turn

Peter

is not convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a restaurant. It seems that you don’t like the food. Let me order

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

cook fried chicken for me all the

Rena on

and thought Cecilia was being rather

“Order what

this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated him. How could he compromise with a young woman

believe that he

Cecilia

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

sat there and stared at the beautiful young lady in his

been raised very well

with her ex-fiance. But

feeling a

table had already been removed. Peter

Mr. Evans. Would

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go to the

for a while and answered, “No need. The matter’s not a very important thing

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

in his

could Cecilia and Mr.

Mark didn’t say anything.

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

all looked very

among them. Before leaving, that