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?

looked like a perfect gentleman, but there was also an oppressive aura

pause, Cecilia finally managed

amidst

him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself standing up and walking towards her. She raised her head

pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped

him of

sudden felt the impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but

sound, halfway between a gasp and

still maintained eye

standing before her was undeniably good-looking, but

the other hand,

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

figure resembled

so cute in

man in front of him. He demanded,

revealed how reluctant Harold was to let

knew that

Cecilia would come crawling back to

his wildest dreams did he expect that one day, Cecilia would look at someone

it was a

as though he was nothing but a pest. In

over his shoulder and ordered, “Take

Harold was stunned.

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

Mr. Evans?

Mark, but he felt that the silver

man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said to

head away

ever talk to Harold again, deciding to let the matter

eyes

all, she used to

eyes,

sudden, he felt a small hand grab

we talk? I’ll treat

Mark frowned slightly.

time to deviate from his schedule. He

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

out of the cafe

was dressed casually, anyone

her things

wide in disbelief, Shelly stopped Cecil

You can’t just mess with a

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

lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving

watched her leave in a

was one of the top figures in the south who had seized a hold of the most

a

elevator, several bodyguards surrounded

the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had a gastric lavage, so she was looking

best to get closer to

stopped

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her

made way for Cecilia. Making a face at

thinking about the little milk bottle

and shook

a lot. He wondered whether or not it was the miracle of young girls that gave him

suite was

even had a

was quite busy. After he went in and

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

he 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 wasn’t

was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation.

wasn’t accustomed to eating spicy

throat had started to burn, and her eyes had soon become

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

girls liked spicy

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

signaled to Peter with his

Evans to dine in a restaurant. It seems that

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

fried chicken for me all

Rena

chuckled and thought Cecilia was

Peter, “Order what she wants for

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

a little difficult to believe that he would order fried chicken and

Peter got Cecilia what she

very satisfied. Mark had been in the circle for nearly 20 years, but all this

at the beautiful young lady in his

had been raised very well

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

feeling a little

the table had already been removed. Peter whispered in

Mr. Evans. Would you like to see

Mark nodded.

we

thought for a while and answered, “No need. The

“You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can talk about our business

to hold in his

Cecilia and

Mark didn’t say anything.

of the elite, their ages ranging from 30 to

looked

woman among them. Before leaving, that woman noticed Cecilia