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

pause, Cecilia finally

sitting amidst several

somehow found himself standing

so pitiful that Mark’s heart

reminded him of a

head, but he controlled himself and instead asked,

sound, halfway between a gasp and

maintained eye

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

other hand, didn’t

long time. Cecilia almost looked like

her petite figure resembled a

indeed so cute

in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia,

revealed how reluctant Harold was

in his relationship with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved him very much and always obeyed him, so he wasn’t worried when the news of

would come crawling back to him after he

one day, Cecilia would

a look of

was nothing but a pest.

his shoulder and ordered, “Take him

Harold was stunned.

surrounded him. They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly professional

Mr. Evans?

felt that the silver fox

mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his

Cecilia turned her head away and ignored

refused to ever talk to Harold

her eyes were still

she used to love

the young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled

felt

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

Mark frowned slightly.

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

had been lonely for a long time, he found himself unable to resist such

out

Even though he was dressed casually, anyone could tell at a glance that he was

her things and

Shelly

crazy? You can’t

Mark Evans from Czanch. You know, the

her lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving Shelly no

leave in

a hold of the most advanced technology in the country. He wasn’t

couldn’t believe that such a man

the elevator, several bodyguards

had been pushed into a corner of the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had

tried her best to get closer to

all his bodyguards stopped

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

said, “Let her close to

a face at Mark’s fierce-looking

help thinking about the little milk bottle in

and shook his head

or not it was the miracle of

suite

a

busy. After he went in and ordered some food, Peter went

full of scrumptious dishes was

asked, “Young girls nowadays all seem to like spicy food, so that’s what I ordered. Is that okay

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

she say

that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at

wasn’t accustomed to eating spicy

dishes, her throat had started to

in her plate, Cecilia finally whispered with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating in a hotel suite?

all young girls liked spicy food. Mark

anything because he thought that watching her face turn red

Peter with his

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

eyes. “I want fried chicken and

cook fried chicken

Rena on

Cecilia was being rather

Peter, “Order what she wants

surprised. Mr. Evans wasn’t usually this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated him. How could he compromise with

believe that he would order fried

Cecilia

window, Cecilia was very satisfied. Mark had been in the circle for nearly 20 years, but all this time, he had

there and stared at the beautiful

raised very

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

couldn’t help feeling

table had already been removed. Peter whispered

Would you like to see

Mark nodded.

we

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

crumbs off her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with

to hold in his laughter and failed

and Mr. Evans possibly

Mark didn’t say anything.

elite, their ages ranging from 30 to

all looked very

an exceedingly fascinating woman among them. Before leaving,