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

Cecilia finally managed to

sitting amidst

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

pitiful that Mark’s heart skipped

reminded him of a wounded

the impulse to touch Cecilia’s head, but he controlled

a sound, halfway between a gasp and

still maintained eye contact

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

the other

time. Cecilia almost looked

her petite figure resembled a

was indeed so cute

at 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 boyfriend, huh? Cecilia, didn’t you try to kill yourself

Harold

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

come crawling back to him after he broke up with

did he expect that one day, Cecilia would look at

it was a look of

pest. In his eyes, Harold was just as. bad

over his shoulder and ordered, “Take him out of my

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

Mr. Evans?

know Mark, but he felt that the silver

he decided not to offend this mysterious man. Patting the invisible dust off his suit,

head away

ever talk to Harold again,

eyes

she used to

young girl’s tearful eyes, Mark

felt a small hand grab his

I’ll treat you

Mark frowned slightly.

busy man and didn’t have time to deviate from his schedule.

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

he walked out

bodyguards followed Mark. Even though he was dressed casually, anyone could tell at a glance that he

things and

wide in disbelief, Shelly

can’t just mess

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

her lip, Cecilia walked away, leaving Shelly no

her leave in a

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

believe that such a man would

the elevator, several

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

best to get closer

his bodyguards stopped her. She

Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Mark said, “Let her close

face at Mark’s fierce-looking bodyguards, she

thinking about the little milk

shook his head

it was the miracle of young girls that gave him such

hotel suite was very

a small gym

was quite busy. After he went in

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

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

“Sure,” Cecilia replied.

she say that

Peter had dinner together. It was obvious that Peter was Mark’s confidant, and he was good

wasn’t accustomed to

in all the dishes, her throat had started to

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

all young girls liked

Cecilia’s murmurs, but he chose not to say anything because he thought that watching her

Peter

dine in a restaurant. It seems that you

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

added, “Rena used to cook fried chicken for me all the

Rena

thought Cecilia was

Peter, “Order what she wants for

usually this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated him. How could he compromise with a young woman like

difficult to believe that he

Cecilia

French window, Cecilia was very satisfied. Mark had been in the circle for nearly 20 years,

sat there and stared at the beautiful

raised very well by the

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

help feeling a little

had already been removed.

Mr. Evans. Would you

Mark nodded.

inquired, “Shall we go to

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

her shirt and smiled, “You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can talk about our business when you’re

hold in his laughter

Cecilia and Mr. Evans possibly

Mark didn’t say anything.

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

all looked

leaving, that woman