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

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

for Darren and a bunch

was a

that he

over

them 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 off and

had never seen a man

didn’t shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she

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

Was he calling her?

and called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out,

Cecilia realized

and she stood

the photo on the

the photo, Reina was still young. She had

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 her own family. Don’t worry. I will watch Rena like a hawk and keep an eye on the guys that she

to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

few moments.

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 beat the hell out of him, you can

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood suddenly

her breath, “Uncle

away and

did. You

followed Mark. She grabbed onto his arm and shook it

Looked down at Cecilia’s

She just held him and walked out

The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was

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

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

from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old classmate was

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark

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

me to bring a date. Are you

the other end of the

shook his head wryly.

after, Mark hung

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

Mark dropped the phone,

party with

all a bunch of older men? mark added

eyes lit up and she readily

returning to the hotel, Mark

buttons were left unbuttoned, and

attractive, and any woman

took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club.

was rich, yet Cecilia had never been there

He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have

nodded in a reserved

bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

seemed that he came here to have

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

Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette

with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you to come to

man was handsome, but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and

puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly,

his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

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

called Mark to subtly inquire about

man couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then

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

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

senior. He touched Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She

to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is

this time, a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young,

against

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

woman

room followed

women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were

atmosphere at the dinner was lively, and

social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so

Mark had the

information about this new energy, he could

Mark also needed

Fowler family, so he approached

propose a toast to

him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia

washing his hands when Cecilia inched towards

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem

turned off the golden

so he took out a cigarette and smoked to sober up

filled the small

were his old classmates and they all had

lonely

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

as simple and innocent

Cecilia, regretting

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

the

woman’s pleasured moans and the man’s satisfied

Cecilia was stunned.

a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom

young those woman in

a sudden, she

lovers here, so why

Mark

of unfathomable depth

Mark on

that Mark was