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 over in

But today was the anniversary of Darren’s death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies

was a hot

fact that he was sweating bullets under his

an umbrella over Mark

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

seen a man

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

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

Was he calling her?

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

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

high-heeled shoes, she was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up

touched the photo on the

was still young. She had

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

Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to Rena’s

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

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon. I didn’t mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he

this, Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood suddenly

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

away and retorted, “Did I

You can’t deny

She grabbed onto his arm and shook

down

Cecilia failed to notice this. She just held

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 Mark had found someone

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

the car, smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so patient. He thought

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

pleasantries, Mark

the receiver, saying, “You’re doing

single, yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying

person on the other end of the line said

scratched his nose and shook his

hung

trouble for Mark. But since there was a

Mark dropped the phone, he looked

the party with

Mark’s friends were all a bunch of

lit up and she readily

to the hotel,

two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his

was conventionally attractive, and any

very secluded high-end club. It was so

yet Cecilia had never been there

the private room and said with respect, “Have a

nodded in

gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against

he came here

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, waiting for

his time, smoking his

of wine. “Mark, it’s

was handsome, but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d

out a smoke

eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

all, all the women these men brought

Mark to subtly inquire about

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

family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is Charlie

a pretty woman strutted over. She was very

against Charlie’s

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

woman

room followed

wondered where Mark found such 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

at the dinner was

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

them, Mark had

By revealing just a little information about this

also needed their

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

to propose a toast to Cecilia

everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but

hands when Cecilia inched towards

seem to be a

turned off the

he took out a cigarette

gradually filled the small

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

was lonely

and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to bounce back,

this little girl was as

at Cecilia, regretting having

It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix

door to the cubicle

and the

Cecilia was stunned.

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

how young those woman

of a sudden, she felt

their lovers here,

Mark with

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

Mark on the

thought that Mark was an