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 oppressive aura about

finally managed to say,

sitting amidst several

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

that Mark’s heart skipped

reminded him of a

but he controlled himself and instead asked, “You’re very lively

throat made a sound, halfway between a gasp

maintained eye

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

the other

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

her petite figure resembled a

was indeed so cute in

help but feel pressured by the man in front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who

statement revealed how reluctant Harold was

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

Cecilia would come crawling back to him after

did he expect that one day, Cecilia would look

was a look of

pest. In his

over his shoulder and ordered, “Take him out

Harold was stunned.

earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader of

Mr. Evans?

didn’t know Mark, but he felt that the silver fox looked

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

her head away and ignored

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

eyes were

she used to

tearful eyes, Mark smiled and was about to

he felt a

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

Mark frowned slightly.

man and didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule. He had a few more meetings lined

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

he walked out of

dressed casually, anyone could

picked up her things and followed

disbelief, Shelly

crazy? You can’t just mess with a

uncle, Mark Evans from Czanch.

away, leaving

watched her leave in a

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

such a man would be her

the elevator, several

pushed into a corner of the elevator. She had just taken sleeping pills and had a

to get closer

all his bodyguards stopped

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

said, “Let her close

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

thinking about the little milk bottle

and shook

exhaustion had alleviated a lot. He wondered whether or not it was the miracle of young

hotel suite was very

even had a small

After he went in and ordered some

half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say

Peter had dinner together. It was obvious that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air

to

the chili in all the dishes, her throat had started to burn, and her

plate, Cecilia finally whispered with dissatisfaction, “Why are we eating in a hotel suite? It will take forever to disperse

young girls liked spicy food. Mark

chose not to say anything because

signaled to Peter

dine in a restaurant.

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

fried chicken for me all the

Rena

and thought Cecilia was being

whispered to Peter, “Order

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

that he

got Cecilia what

the circle for nearly 20 years, but all this time, he

there and stared at the beautiful

been raised very well by the Fowler

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

help feeling

had already been

all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would you

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go to

answered, “No need. The matter’s

“You go ahead

hold in his

Cecilia and

Mark didn’t say anything.

elite, their ages ranging from 30 to 40

all looked

fascinating woman among them. Before leaving, that woman