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?

gentleman, but there was also an

pause, Cecilia finally managed to

was sitting amidst several other

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

pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped a

reminded him of

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

a sound, halfway between a gasp and

still maintained eye contact with

faint. The man standing before her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia would exercise restraint and play it

on the other hand, didn’t

hadn’t seen such pure eyes in a long time. Cecilia almost looked

her petite figure resembled

indeed so cute in

each other, Harold couldn’t help but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who

statement revealed how reluctant Harold was to let

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

to him after he

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

it was a

pest. In his

over his shoulder and ordered, “Take him out of

Harold was stunned.

surrounded him. They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a

Mr. Evans?

but he felt that the silver

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

her head away

refused to ever talk to Harold

her eyes

she used

eyes, Mark smiled and was about

he felt a

Mark, can we talk? I’ll treat you to a

Mark frowned slightly.

have time to deviate from his schedule.

time, he found himself unable to

out of the

Even though he was dressed casually, anyone could tell at

things and followed Mark

disbelief, Shelly

you crazy? You can’t just

uncle, Mark Evans from Czanch. You know, the guy who’s often on

biting her lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving

leave in

the top figures in the south who had seized a hold of the most advanced technology in the country. He wasn’t just a big

that such a man would be her friend’s

the elevator, several bodyguards surrounded

of the elevator. She had just taken sleeping

tried her best to get closer

bodyguards stopped

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close

for Cecilia. Making a face at Mark’s fierce-looking bodyguards,

thinking about the little milk bottle in

and shook

wondered whether or not it was the miracle of young girls

suite was

even had a small

in and ordered some food, Peter went

half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious dishes

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

she say that it

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

wasn’t accustomed to eating spicy

dishes, her throat had started to burn, and

we eating in a hotel suite? It will take forever to disperse

all young girls liked spicy food.

anything because he thought that watching her

signaled to Peter with his

it is not convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a

welled up in Cecilia’s eyes. “I

“Rena used to cook fried chicken for

mentioned Rena

chuckled and thought Cecilia was

to Peter, “Order what she wants

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

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

Cecilia

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.

stared at the beautiful young lady

very well by the Fowler

she had a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at the moment, she was happily eating

help feeling

leftovers on the table had already been removed. Peter

Evans. Would you like

Mark nodded.

“Shall we go

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

her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can talk about our business when you’re

hold in his

and Mr. Evans

Mark didn’t say anything.

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

looked

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