A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

He casually picked up a throw pillow and was about to put it behind his back, but then, he caught a whiff of its smell.

There was a faint fragrance on it.

It wasn’t perfume, but it was a girlish scent.

It was sweet and citrusy.

Mark knitted his eyebrows and grinned. “If something happens, I can just leave this big mess here. You have no idea how tired I am. It’s draining and annoying seeing so many people every day.”

Peter poured Mark a glass of water and patiently listened to his rants as always.

Peter knew that Mark would only say something like this in front of him.

Mark was always nice and polite in front of outsiders.

After dumping some of his complaints on Peter, Mark prepared to take a shower.

Peter helped Mark put away his shirt and said, “Would you like me to invite Miss Holt to accompany you?”

Flora Holt was a famous theater actress.

She has a gorgeous face and an excellent physique. She got along well with Mark. When Mark was in Duefron, he sometimes called her and told her to come over and keep him company.

Mark was walking to the bathroom. Hearing this, he thought for a few seconds and then told Peter, “I’ll pass this time. I’m not in the mood.”

Peter followed Mark and pressed, “You just get too repressed sometimes.”

Mark couldn’t believe Peter just said that.

He turned around and teased, “Did she ask you to lobby for her? I admit that she’s good in many things. She just has that very unattractive tendency to be clingy. She’s stunning, but she’s also exhausting. I feel like I’m dealing with all the nations of the world when I’m with her.”

Peter stopped talking.

It was true that Flora asked Peter to put in some good words for her. In fact, she pleaded with him, but even though he thought that Flora was beautiful, he couldn’t do anything about the fact that Mark had grown tired of her. It was obvious that Mark didn’t want to pay much attention to her anymore.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Judiciously, Peter left. He thought a man in his early 40s like Mark had some affairs to deal with by himself.

And Mark did need to do something personal.

He masturbated in the shower. When his lust finally subsided, he proceeded to clean himself.

He was feeling particularly randy, and there was a beautiful woman that would’ve loved to quench his sexual thirst. Unfortunately, he just didn’t feel like sleeping with anyone at the moment. While he was gratifying himself earlier, the image of Cecilia kneeling on the sofa was glued to the back of his eyelids.

She looked so innocent, as if she knew nothing about men.

At the Fowlers’ house.

Cecilia slept in.

When she woke up, she found her elder brother, Waylen, sitting beside her bed.

She moved a little closer and leaned her head on her brother’s legs. She called to him like a purring kitten, “Hey, big bro. How are things going between you and Rena?”

Pinching his little sister’s face, Waylen answered, “Don’t you worry about it.”

The truth was, after Rena’s relationship with Harold came to light, Korbyn no longer wanted Rena to be with Waylen. However, even though he was Waylen’s father, Korbyn couldn’t decide what happened in his son’s love life.

He could only hope that both Waylen and Cecilia would break up with their respective partners.

But Rena’s uncle, Mark, showed up to the Fowlers’ house to show off his power and ruthlessness, which hit a nerve in Korbyn. Korbyn thought the Evans family was made up of arrogant men and women.

So Korbyn then became determined to make Rena his daughter-in-law.

Waylen missed Rena and didn’t want her to get along with Zack. Besides, Tyrone was also in Heron.

But Cecilia was also very important to him.

Waylen smoothed Cecilia’s long hair and asked, “Have you really made up your mind?”

Cecilia leaned against him and said yes softly.

Waylen wanted to ask his sister a few more things but decided against it. Shelly called him, and he found out what happened yesterday. He thought that with Mark’s identity and status, he might just pamper Cecilia like a daughter figure.

Mark was a very elegant gentleman after all.

Besides, if Cecilia got a few more things on her plate, she would forget about Harold sooner.

As siblings, Waylen and Cecilia were on very good terms. After having lunch with Cecilia,

Waylen went to the law office.

Cecilia was 27 years old, and being the rich princess that she was, she had never worked a day in he life.

In the afternoon, she wandered around the house, and when boredom finally got the better of her, she got into her car and went for a drive. After driving around aimlessly for a while, she found herself pulling over in front of Mark’s hotel.

How did she end up here?

Blushing a little, Cecilia felt confused.

Last night, Mark said that he wasn’t suitable for a little girl like her. Who wanted to be with him anyway? She was being nice to him just because he was Rena’s uncle.

And maybe a little bit because he was handsome.

A few moments later, a black Audi slowly drove out of the building. She recognized the license plate.

It was Mark’s car.

Cecilia squinted, shifted gears, and followed Mark’s car, keeping a safe distance.

In the Audi.

Peter looked at the rearview mirror and said, “Miss Fowler’s car is behind us.”

Mark was just closing his eyes to rest them.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes and replied, “Don’t mind her.”

later, the Audi

was the anniversary of Darren’s death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful

brought good wine for Darren and a

a hot

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under

umbrella over

but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them

had never seen a man

a sorrowful aura

loudly, “Why are you hiding?

Was he calling her?

rose slowly, walked over, and called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark

side, Cecilia realized how tall he

5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make

touched the photo on the

photo, Reina was still young. She had a

Reina, this is Cecilia, the spoiled brat of the Fowler family and Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family. Don’t worry. I will watch Rena like a hawk and keep an eye on the guys that she

turned to Cecilia and told

nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a

to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell out of

this, Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood

breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with Rena and

away and retorted, “Did

did. You

onto his

down

this. She just held him

thought. last night, Mark had

take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat,

car, smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so patient. He thought

in Duefron. It

pleasantries,

the receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t

me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying

the other end of

his nose and shook his

after, Mark hung up the

sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right

when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

to the party with me, will

hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll be gifts waiting for

lit up and she readily

the hotel, Mark changed his

buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his

any woman

club. It was

family was rich, yet Cecilia had

dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the

in a

them.

that he came here to

and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At

took his time, smoking his

of the men at the table came over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you

his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and

out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

man rolled his eyes. Obviously,

After all, all the women these men brought were

morning, Flora had called Mark to subtly

to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m

Fowler family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

touched Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She wants to expand her horizons, so I brought her

to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

time, a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young, probably

leaned against Charlie’s

didn’t know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you,

woman

the room

girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were as

the dinner was

interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had

had the highest

information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of

Mark also needed their help

a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him,

no one dared to propose a toast to

that something deeper was

hands when Cecilia inched towards

all seem to be

off

little too much, so he took out

filled the small

were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly wanted to ride on his

lonely

him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed

was as simple and innocent as a

regretting having brought her

a faint noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were

to the cubicle

moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

she could tell that the man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party, not to mention that the man

about how young those woman in the

of a sudden, she

lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark

his usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes

Mark on

that Mark was an