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

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

good wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

was a

he

held an umbrella over Mark and accompanied

all the way, 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

sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where

suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you

Was he calling her?

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

side, Cecilia

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

the photo on the

was still young. She

Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena

he turned to Cecilia and told

a few

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

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

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

away and retorted, “Did

you did. You can’t deny

his arm and shook it lightly.

Looked down at

to notice this. She just held him and walked

former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark had found someone better, so

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

the car, smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans

phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there

few pleasantries,

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

to

other end of

scratched his nose and shook

after, Mark hung

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

Mark dropped the phone, he

to the party with me, will

all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll

up and

returning to the hotel, Mark

usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined and powerful

was conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon

a very secluded high-end club.

yet Cecilia had never been there

them into the private

nodded in a

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

he came here

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 table,

took his time, smoking his cigarette

table came over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s

eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you

slowly puffed out a smoke

man rolled his eyes.

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

Mark

help but talked to Cecilia a

the Fowler family; that is,

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

“Quit talking nonsense.

to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is

a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young,

against Charlie’s

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly.

the woman

in the room followed

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

dinner was lively, and nobody held

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

had the

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

course, Mark also needed their

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

no one dared to propose a toast to

room sensed that something deeper was going on, but

washing his hands when Cecilia

seem to be a little scared of

turned off the

little too much, so he took out a cigarette and smoked to sober

gradually filled the

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

was lonely

faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to bounce back,

as

Cecilia, regretting having brought

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

the cubicle

the

Cecilia was stunned.

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 a dinner party, not to mention that the

about how young

of a sudden,

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

looked at Mark with tearful

On his usual gentle face, there was a touch of

Mark on

had thought that Mark was an upright