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

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

was a

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

an umbrella over Mark and

little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes like a

never seen a man

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

suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding? Come over

Was he calling her?

in a low voice. Mark

side, Cecilia realized how tall he

she stood

the photo on the

young. She had a

said, “Darren, 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

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

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

bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t

Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

to look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

walking away and retorted, “Did I

did. You can’t deny

She grabbed onto his arm and shook it

Looked down at Cecilia’s

She just

night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark

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

It’s rare to see Mr. Evans

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

pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced

and spoke into the receiver, saying,

ask me to bring a date.

the other end of the line

his nose and shook his head wryly.

hung up the

date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in

when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

party with

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

up and she

returning to the hotel, Mark

left unbuttoned, and he

conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon

secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that

was rich, yet Cecilia had

dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good time,

nodded in a

was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the

that he came here to have

and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table, waiting

Mark took his time, smoking his

glass of wine. “Mark,

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

slowly puffed out a smoke ring

eyes. Obviously,

After all, all the women these men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t married, he had

called Mark

a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m not

of the Fowler family; that is,

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

over. She was very

against Charlie’s arm

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

the woman burst

in the room

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

dinner was lively, and

dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good

Mark had the

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

Mark also needed their help with

connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him, saying straightforwardly, “She doesn’t understand those kinds of

to propose a toast to

followed him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but

was washing his hands when

all seem to be a

off the

little too much, so he took out a

gradually filled the small

what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates

lonely at the

setback someday, he might end up being

little girl was as simple

looked at Cecilia, regretting having brought

occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened emotions, they engaged

the cubicle shook

the man’s satisfied

Cecilia was stunned.

matter how naive she was, 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

how young

a sudden, she

must’ve brought their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark with

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

Mark on

Mark was