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 was also an oppressive

pause, Cecilia finally managed to say,

amidst several other

“Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing

pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped a

of a wounded

head, but

sound, halfway

eye contact with

before her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia

the other hand,

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

her petite figure

was indeed so cute

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 kill yourself

revealed how reluctant Harold was to let go of

his relationship with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved him

back to

day, Cecilia would

it was a

nothing but a pest. In his eyes, Harold was just as.

his shoulder and ordered, “Take him out of my

Harold was stunned.

They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader of the guards politely conveyed, “Mr. Evans

Mr. Evans?

didn’t know Mark, but he felt that the silver fox

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

turned her head away

talk to Harold

eyes

all, she used to love

the young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled and was about to

of a sudden, he felt a small

we talk? I’ll treat

Mark frowned slightly.

didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule. He had a

he had been lonely for a long time, he found

he walked out

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

picked up her things and

Shelly stopped Cecil

You can’t just mess

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

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

watched her leave

most advanced

couldn’t believe that such a man would be

elevator, 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

her best to

bodyguards stopped her. She

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

“Let her close to

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

the little milk bottle in

shook

wondered whether or not it was the miracle of young

suite was

a

was quite busy. After he went in and

a cart full of scrumptious dishes was

all seem to like spicy food, so

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

she say

dinner together. It was obvious that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was

wasn’t accustomed to

her throat had started to burn, and her eyes had

with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating

liked spicy food. Mark

because he thought that watching her face turn red was quite

signaled to Peter with

understood and explained, “Because it is not convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a restaurant. It seems that you don’t like the food. Let

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

used to cook fried chicken

Rena

and thought Cecilia was being rather

Peter, “Order what she

was quite surprised. Mr. Evans wasn’t usually this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated

he would order fried chicken and milk shakes

Peter got Cecilia what she

20 years, but all this time, he had been able to maintain such a fit

the beautiful young lady in

raised very well by the

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

feeling

already been removed. Peter whispered in Mark’s

all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go

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

crumbs off her shirt and smiled, “You go

to hold in his laughter

and Mr. Evans

Mark didn’t say anything.

members of the elite, their ages

looked very

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