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

was 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

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

was a hot

despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

umbrella over Mark

made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes,

seen

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

asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

a low voice.

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should

touched the photo on the

the photo, Reina was still young. She had a pretty, magnetic

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 that

Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a while, she finally blurted

Mrs. Gordon. I didn’t mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will

Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

“Uncle Mark, are you

started walking away and retorted, “Did I say

did. You

his arm and shook

Looked down

this. She just held him and walked out of

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 Mark had found someone better,

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

to see

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

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly

chuckled and spoke into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing this

ask me to bring a date.

other end of the line said

nose and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

hung up

date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t

expected, when Mark dropped the phone,

to the party

little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll

eyes lit up

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

was conventionally attractive, and any

the black Lotus sports car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard of it, let

Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had never

led them into the private room and said with

in a

slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and

seemed that he came here to have

recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table,

took his time, smoking his cigarette

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

mischievous. Then, glancing

smoke ring and answered briefly,

eyes. Obviously, he

brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t married, he

morning, Flora had called Mark to subtly inquire

man couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m not

of the Fowler family; that

men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

he introduced the man to

a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young, probably no older than

leaned against

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs.

the woman

in the room

surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were as simple and naive

at the dinner was lively, and

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

had

a new energy source. By revealing just a little information about this new energy, he

needed their help

men present wanted to make a 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

to propose a toast

went to the washroom, Cecilia followed him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior, they had no choice but

his hands when Cecilia

all seem to be a little scared

turned off the

little too much, so he took out

filled the small

about what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all

was lonely at

people were scared of him and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he

girl was as simple and innocent

at Cecilia, regretting

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

the cubicle shook

the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so

about how young those woman in

of a sudden,

must’ve brought their lovers here, so why did

at Mark with tearful

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

Mark

thought that Mark