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?

like a perfect gentleman, but there was also an

pause, Cecilia finally managed to

amidst

stand up, but when Cecilia called him “Uncle Mark”, he somehow found himself

that

reminded him of

head, but he controlled himself and

halfway

still maintained eye contact

was about to faint. The man standing before her was undeniably good-looking, but she hoped Cecilia would exercise restraint

on the other

such pure eyes in a long time. Cecilia almost looked like

her petite figure

so

front of him. He demanded, “Cecilia, who is this guy?

reluctant Harold was to let

dominant person in his relationship with Cecilia. He knew that Cecilia loved him

would come crawling back to him

one day, Cecilia would look at someone else the way she used to look at

was a look of

nothing but a pest. In

ordered, “Take him out of my

Harold was stunned.

robust bodyguards dressed in black surrounded him. They each wore wireless earphones, exuding a highly professional aura. The leader of the guards politely

Mr. Evans?

Mark, but he felt that

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

turned her head away and

to Harold again, deciding to let the

eyes were

all, she used

at the young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark smiled and

a sudden, he felt a

talk? I’ll treat you

Mark frowned slightly.

be told, he was a very busy man and didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule. He had a few

a long time, he

he walked out

casually, anyone could tell at a glance that he was a big

picked up her things and followed Mark

Shelly stopped

can’t just mess with a

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

away, leaving

watched her leave

in the south who had seized a hold of the most advanced

believe that such a man would

the elevator, several

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

to get closer

his bodyguards stopped her.

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close to

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

help thinking about the little milk bottle

and shook

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

hotel suite was very

had a small

he went in and ordered

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

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

say that

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

wasn’t accustomed to eating spicy

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

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

young girls liked spicy

murmurs, but he chose not to say anything because he thought that watching

to Peter with his

dine in a restaurant. It seems that you don’t like the food. Let me order something

up in Cecilia’s eyes. “I want fried

fried chicken

mentioned Rena on

Cecilia was being

“Order what she wants for

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

he would order fried chicken and milk shakes

Peter got Cecilia what she

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

sat there and stared at the beautiful

been raised very well

just now, she had a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at the

feeling

leftovers on the table had already been removed. Peter whispered in Mark’s

Would

Mark nodded.

we

“No need.

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

tried to hold in his laughter and failed

and

Mark didn’t say anything.

several members of the elite,

looked very

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