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.”

the Audi pulled over in a

the anniversary of Darren’s death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care of her but also treated Rena like his

Darren and a bunch of

was a

the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

umbrella over

of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and

seen a man so

didn’t shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could

a long time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding? Come over

Was he calling her?

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

Cecilia realized how tall he

tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him around 6 ft

photo on

was still young. She had

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

Cecilia and told her, “Say

bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After

be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat

this, Mark

gloomy mood suddenly turned

Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with

and retorted,

you did. You can’t deny

She grabbed onto his arm

down at Cecilia’s

Cecilia failed to notice this. She just held him and walked out of the

quietly following behind Mark, holding an umbrella up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that

car home. sitting next to Mark in the

who was driving the car, smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so

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

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced

and spoke into the receiver, saying,

me to bring a date. Are you deliberately

person on the other end

scratched his nose and shook

hung up the

not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t

the phone, he looked

to the party

Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark

up

the hotel, Mark changed his

left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined and powerful

conventionally attractive, and any woman

secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t

family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been

to stare at Mark. He led them into the

nodded in a reserved

closed behind them. Mark leaned against

came here to have a lot

was 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 the

his time,

wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you to come to these kinds of things, you

little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you find this little

a smoke

eyes.

men brought were their lovers. Although Mark

Flora had called Mark to

Cecilia a little

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

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

introduced the man to

pretty woman strutted over. She was very young,

leaned against

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

the woman

in the room followed suit,

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

at the dinner was

maintain their connections. Most of

Mark had the

just a little information about this new energy, he could

course, Mark also needed their

the men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast.

dared to propose a toast

something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior, they had no choice

his hands when Cecilia

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem

turned off

he took

filled the small

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

lonely at the

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

as simple and innocent

regretting having brought her

like the occupants were experiencing a mix

door to the cubicle shook

moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

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

how young those woman

a sudden,

here, so why

looked at Mark

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

she kicked Mark on

had thought that Mark was an upright