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

Cecilia finally managed to say, “Uncle

was sitting amidst

wasn’t planning to stand up, but when Cecilia called him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing up

pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped a

him of a

impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled

sound, halfway between a

maintained eye

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

on the other hand, didn’t

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

petite figure resembled a

indeed so

but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who is this guy? Your new boyfriend, huh? Cecilia, didn’t you try to

Harold was to

knew that Cecilia loved

back to him after he broke up with his

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

was a look of

nothing but a pest. In

and ordered, “Take him

Harold was stunned.

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

Mr. Evans?

Mark, but he felt that the

to offend this mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said to Cecilia, “Let’s talk about this some other

turned her head away

Harold again, deciding

her eyes were still

she used to

girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled and was

sudden, he felt

we talk? I’ll treat you to

Mark frowned slightly.

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

long time, he found himself unable to resist such a

he walked out

dressed casually, anyone could tell at a

picked up her things and

in disbelief, Shelly

You can’t

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

lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving

watched her leave

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

such a man would

the elevator, several

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

tried her best to get closer

all his bodyguards stopped her.

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

said, “Let her

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

help thinking about the little

and shook

or not it was the miracle of young

suite was very

a small gym

After he went in and ordered

half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious dishes was delivered by the

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say that it

Peter had dinner together. 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

wasn’t accustomed to

her throat had started to burn, and her

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

young girls liked spicy food.

not to say anything because he thought that watching her face turn red was quite

to Peter with

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

Cecilia’s eyes. “I

cook fried chicken for me all

Rena on

and thought Cecilia was being rather

“Order what she

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

that he would order fried chicken and milk

Cecilia what she

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

at the

been raised very well by

had a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at

couldn’t help feeling

had already been removed. Peter whispered in

all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would you like

Mark nodded.

we go

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

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

tried to hold in

and Mr.

Mark didn’t say anything.

several members of the elite, their ages ranging from

looked very

leaving, that woman noticed