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 about

Cecilia finally

sitting amidst

found himself standing up and walking towards her. She

that

him of a wounded

but he controlled himself and instead

made a sound, halfway between a

maintained eye

was

the other hand, didn’t

eyes in a long time. Cecilia almost looked

figure

was indeed so cute in his

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

Harold was to let go of

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

come crawling back to

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

it was a look

but a pest. In his eyes, Harold was just as. bad as

his shoulder and ordered, “Take him out of

Harold was stunned.

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

Mr. Evans?

he felt that the

decided not to offend this mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said to

head away and ignored

to Harold

eyes were still

all, she used to love

young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled and was

all of a sudden, he felt a small hand grab

can we talk? I’ll treat you to

Mark frowned slightly.

have time to deviate from his schedule. He had

he found

walked out of

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

things

Shelly stopped Cecil

can’t just mess with a

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

Cecilia walked away, leaving Shelly no

watched her leave in a

south who had seized a hold of the most advanced

a man would be her

the elevator, several bodyguards

corner of the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had a gastric lavage, so

best to

all his bodyguards stopped her. She felt

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close to

at

thinking about the little milk bottle in her

and shook

or not it was the miracle of young girls that gave

hotel suite

had a small

he went in and

cart full of scrumptious dishes was delivered by the

on the documents he was reading, Mark asked, “Young girls nowadays all seem to like spicy food, so that’s what I

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

could she say that

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

to eating spicy

had started to burn, and her eyes had soon become

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

all young girls liked spicy food. Mark

because he thought that

signaled to Peter

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

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

cook fried chicken for

mentioned Rena on

and thought Cecilia was being rather

“Order what

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

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

got Cecilia what she

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

stared at the beautiful

had been raised very well by the Fowler

just now, she had a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at the moment, she

feeling a little

table had already been removed.

arrived, Mr. Evans. Would you like to see

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go to

while and answered, “No need.

her shirt and smiled, “You go

in his laughter and failed

Cecilia and Mr. Evans

Mark didn’t say anything.

members of the elite, their ages ranging from 30 to 40 years

looked very

an exceedingly fascinating woman among them. Before leaving, that