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 also

long pause, Cecilia finally managed to say,

sitting amidst several

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

so pitiful that Mark’s

reminded him of a wounded

the impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but

made a sound, halfway between a gasp and a

eye contact

her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia would exercise restraint

on the other hand,

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

her petite figure resembled

was indeed so cute in his

couldn’t help but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He

reluctant Harold was to let

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

would come crawling back to him after he broke up with his

one day, Cecilia would look at someone else

it was a look of

ignored Harold, as though he was nothing but a pest. In his eyes, Harold was just as. bad

ordered, “Take him

Harold was stunned.

earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader

Mr. Evans?

didn’t know Mark, but he felt

invisible dust off his suit, he said to Cecilia, “Let’s talk

her head away and

ever talk to Harold again, deciding to let the matter

her eyes were still

used to love

tearful eyes, Mark smiled and was about to

sudden, he felt a small hand grab his

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. He had a few more meetings

long time, he found himself unable to resist such a cute girl.

he walked out of the

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

picked up her things

wide in disbelief, Shelly stopped

you crazy? You can’t just

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

biting her lip, Cecilia walked away,

leave in a

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

that such a

elevator, several bodyguards surrounded

sleeping pills and had a gastric

her best to get closer to

bodyguards stopped her. She felt

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close to

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

help thinking about the little

and shook

not it was the miracle

suite was

even had a small

was quite busy. After he went in and ordered some

less than half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious dishes was

nowadays all seem to like

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say

Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air

wasn’t accustomed to eating spicy

throat had

food in her plate, Cecilia finally whispered with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating

young girls liked spicy food.

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

signaled to Peter with his

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 me order something

Cecilia’s eyes. “I

to cook fried chicken for me all the

mentioned Rena

chuckled and thought Cecilia was being

whispered to Peter, “Order what she wants for

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

was a little difficult to believe that he

Cecilia what

sofa in front of the 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 maintain such a fit

and stared at the beautiful

had been raised very well by the

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

couldn’t help feeling a

had already been removed. Peter

all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would you like to see

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go to

a while 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, Uncle Mark. We

in his laughter and

and

Mark didn’t say anything.

he met with several members of the elite, their ages

looked very

there was an exceedingly fascinating woman among them. Before leaving, that woman noticed Cecilia and asked, “Mr. Evans, is