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 pulled over

deeply

wine for Darren and a bunch of

was a hot

stood still despite the fact that he

held an umbrella over Mark and accompanied

A little tired of her high-heeled

had never seen a

but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she

long time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you

Was he calling her?

in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm, and pulled her

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized

stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him

touched the photo on

still young. She had

been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family. Don’t worry. I

told

bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After

be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell out of him, you can be assured of

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood

and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

started walking away and retorted,

You can’t

grabbed onto his arm and shook it

Looked down

this. She just held him

holding an umbrella up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora

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

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

answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly

the receiver, saying, “You’re

you still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to

other end of

nose and shook his

hung up

normal circumstances, Peter would arrange a date for Mark, making sure that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But

when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

to the party with me, will

little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added

lit up and

hotel, Mark changed his

two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he

conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon over

Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club.

rich, yet Cecilia had never been there

to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with

nodded in a reserved

behind them.

that he came here

separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than

Mark took his time, smoking

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

little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled

out a smoke ring and answered

rolled his eyes. Obviously,

these men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t

Flora had called Mark

but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said,

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

men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

the man to

over. She was very young, probably no older

leaned against Charlie’s

greeted them sweetly.

the woman burst into

in the room followed

wondered where Mark found such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people

atmosphere at the dinner was lively,

Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good relationship with

them, Mark had

of a new energy source. By revealing just a little information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of others about

needed their help

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

to propose a toast to

room sensed that something deeper was going on, but

was washing his hands when Cecilia inched

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem

off

a little too much, so he took out a

filled the small

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

was lonely

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

this little girl was as simple and innocent

regretting having

faint noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by

to the cubicle shook

woman’s pleasured moans and the man’s satisfied panting

Cecilia was stunned.

couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a

Cecilia thought about how young those woman in

a sudden,

their lovers here, so why

at Mark with tearful

still smoking. On his usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a naive girl like

she kicked Mark on

had thought that Mark was