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?

but there was

a long pause, Cecilia finally

sitting amidst several other

when Cecilia called him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing up and walking

pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped a

reminded him of a

impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he

a sound, halfway between a gasp

still maintained eye contact with

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

on the other

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

her petite figure resembled

was indeed so cute in his

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

Harold

relationship with Cecilia. He knew

come crawling back to him

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

it was a

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

shoulder and ordered, “Take him out

Harold was stunned.

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

Mr. Evans?

know Mark, but he felt

not to offend this mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said to Cecilia, “Let’s talk about

her head away and

ever talk to Harold again, deciding to let the matter

eyes were still

used to

at the young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled

felt a

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

Mark frowned slightly.

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

because he had been lonely for a long time, he found himself unable to resist such a cute girl.

walked out of the

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

things and followed Mark

in disbelief, Shelly

You can’t just

Mark Evans from

away,

leave

a hold of the most advanced technology in the

such a man would be her friend’s

several bodyguards

She had just taken sleeping pills and had a gastric lavage, so she was looking a bit pale and

tried her best to get

all his bodyguards stopped her.

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close to

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

the little milk

shook

it was the

suite was

even had a small gym

was quite busy. After he went in

a cart full of scrumptious dishes was

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

could she say that it

that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept

accustomed to eating spicy

all the dishes, her throat had started to burn,

“Why are we

liked spicy

anything because he thought that watching her face turn red was quite

to Peter

in a restaurant. It seems that

Cecilia’s eyes. “I want fried

“Rena used to cook fried chicken

mentioned Rena

and thought Cecilia was

whispered to Peter, “Order what she

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

to believe that he

Cecilia

nearly 20 years, but all this time, he had been able to maintain such a fit and healthy body. He didn’t eat

stared at the beautiful young lady in

had been raised very well by

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

couldn’t help feeling a little

already been removed. Peter whispered in

arrived, Mr. Evans. Would

Mark nodded.

“Shall we go to

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

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

tried to hold in

business could Cecilia and Mr. Evans

Mark didn’t say anything.

elite, their ages

looked

leaving, that woman noticed Cecilia and asked,