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.”

Audi pulled

was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care of her but also treated Rena like his own

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch

a hot

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets

held an umbrella over Mark and accompanied him

wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the

seen a man

he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where

time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why

Was he calling her?

walked over, and called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her

by Mark’s side, Cecilia

and she stood up to Mark’s ear.

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young. She had a

Fowler family and Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve

told her,

Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a while, she

to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat

Mark

gloomy mood

look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with Rena and Waylen getting

away and retorted, “Did

did. You

onto his arm and

Looked down at

this. She just held him and

up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was

the driver to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was unfazed

It’s rare to see Mr. Evans

way, Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old classmate was inviting

a few pleasantries,

chuckled and spoke into the receiver, saying,

me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to

end of the line said

scratched his nose and shook his head

hung up the

enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t figure out what was on Mark’s mind, he just

the

to the party with

a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of

lit up and

returning to the hotel,

two buttons were left unbuttoned, and

conventionally attractive, and any woman would

Lotus sports car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that

rich, yet Cecilia

them into the private room and said with respect,

nodded in a reserved

bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door

seemed that he came here to have a lot

at least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at

his time, smoking his

wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to

mischievous. Then, glancing

puffed out a smoke ring

eyes. Obviously, he

all, all the women these men brought

morning, Flora had called Mark

help but talked to Cecilia a little

daughter of the Fowler family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s little

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

and explained, “Quit

he introduced the man to

She was very young, probably no older

against

relationship, so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Mr. and

woman burst into

in the room followed

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

was lively, and

was not so much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they

had the highest

about this new

needed their help with other

he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him,

one dared to propose a toast to Cecilia

everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was

hands when Cecilia

they all seem

turned off the

so he took out a cigarette and

gradually filled the

thought about what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly wanted to ride on

lonely

setback someday, he might end up

this little girl was as simple and

regretting having brought

occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps

to the cubicle

and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party, not to mention that the

young those woman in

a sudden,

brought their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark with

face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even

she kicked Mark on

that Mark was an