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 an

Cecilia finally managed to

was sitting amidst several

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

that Mark’s heart skipped a

reminded him of a

impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled

made a sound, halfway between a gasp and a

eye contact with

man standing before her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia

on the other hand, didn’t

Cecilia almost looked like an innocent

petite figure resembled

was indeed so

each other, Harold couldn’t help but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who is this guy? Your new

Harold was to let go

with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved him very much and always obeyed him,

Cecilia would come crawling back to him after he

that one day, Cecilia would look at someone else the

it was a look

but a pest. In his

shoulder and ordered, “Take him out

Harold was stunned.

eight tall and robust bodyguards dressed in black 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?

felt that the silver fox

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

head away and

refused to ever talk to Harold again, deciding to let the

her eyes were still

all, she used to

girl’s tearful eyes,

a sudden, he felt a

can we talk? I’ll treat you to

Mark frowned slightly.

didn’t have time to deviate from his

he found himself unable to

he walked out

followed Mark. Even though he was dressed casually, anyone

picked up her things and

in disbelief, Shelly stopped Cecil

can’t just mess with

and said shyly, “He’s my sister-in-law’s uncle, Mark Evans from Czanch. You

away, leaving

her leave in

of the top figures in the south who had seized a hold of the most advanced technology in the country. He wasn’t just a big shot, but a big shot among big

that such a man would be

the elevator, several bodyguards

taken sleeping pills and had a gastric lavage, so she

to

all his bodyguards stopped her. She

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close to

made way for Cecilia. Making a face at

help thinking about the little milk

shook his head

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

suite was very

had a

in and ordered some food, Peter

cart full of scrumptious dishes

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say

was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air light by joking from time to time.

accustomed to

her throat had started to

dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating in a hotel suite?

young girls liked

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

to Peter with

to dine in a restaurant. It seems that you don’t

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

to cook fried chicken for

Rena on

thought Cecilia

“Order what she

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

little difficult to believe that he would order

Peter got Cecilia what

20 years, but all this

the beautiful young lady in

raised very

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

help feeling

leftovers on the table had already been

all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would you

Mark nodded.

we

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

dusted the crumbs off her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle

tried to hold in his laughter

and Mr. Evans possibly

Mark didn’t say anything.

members of the elite, their ages ranging from 30 to 40 years

looked very

among them. Before leaving, that