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

a long pause, Cecilia finally managed to say,

amidst

somehow found himself standing up and walking towards

so pitiful that Mark’s

him of

the impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled himself and instead asked, “You’re very lively

a sound, halfway between a gasp and

still maintained eye

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

other hand,

Cecilia almost looked like an

figure

indeed so

looked at each other, Harold couldn’t help but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia,

Harold

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

Cecilia would come crawling back to him after he broke up

expect that one day, Cecilia would look at someone

a

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

his shoulder and ordered, “Take

Harold was stunned.

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

Mr. Evans?

he felt that

this mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit, he said to Cecilia, “Let’s

Cecilia turned her head

refused to ever talk to Harold again, deciding to let

eyes

she used to

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

sudden, he felt a

I’ll treat

Mark frowned slightly.

have time to deviate from his schedule. He had a

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

walked out

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 can’t

Evans from Czanch. You know, the guy who’s often on the

Cecilia walked away, leaving Shelly no chance to

watched her leave

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

believe that such a man would be her

elevator, several bodyguards surrounded

She had just taken sleeping pills and had

her best to

his bodyguards stopped her. She

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close

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

about the little milk bottle in

shook his head

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

suite was

a small gym

in

an hour, a cart full of scrumptious

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

she say that

he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air light

wasn’t accustomed to

the dishes, her throat had started to burn, and her eyes had soon

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

girls liked

anything because he thought that watching her

to Peter

understood and explained, “Because it is not convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a restaurant. It seems that you

eyes. “I want fried

to cook fried chicken for me

Rena

thought Cecilia was being

to Peter, “Order what she wants for

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

believe that he would order fried chicken and milk

got Cecilia what

for nearly 20 years, but all this time, he had

there and stared at the

very well by the Fowler

a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at the moment, she was happily eating some fried chicken and sipping her milk shake. She

help feeling

already been removed. Peter whispered in

Mr. Evans. Would you

Mark nodded.

we

answered, “No need. The matter’s not

the crumbs off her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can talk about our business

in

and Mr. Evans possibly

Mark didn’t say anything.

with several members of the elite, their ages ranging from 30

all looked

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