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 over in a

Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren,

brought good wine for Darren and

was a hot

he was sweating bullets under his

held an umbrella over

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

never seen

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

suddenly asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

Mark’ in a low

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

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

touched the photo on

Reina was still young. She had a pretty,

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

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few

good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood suddenly turned

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

and retorted,

you did. You can’t

Mark. She grabbed onto his

Looked down at Cecilia’s

this. She just held him and walked

Mark, holding an umbrella 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

next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was unfazed by what had happened the

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

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

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark

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

yet you still ask me to bring

end of the line

scratched his nose and shook

hung

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 figure out what was

Mark dropped the phone, he

to the party with me, will

Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll be gifts waiting

lit up and

to the hotel,

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

and any woman would swoon

he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary

yet Cecilia had never

the private room and said

in

closed behind them.

came here to have a lot of

recreational ones. At this time,

his time, smoking

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

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

a smoke ring and

man rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

brought were their lovers. Although Mark

Mark to

but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m

the Fowler family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She

the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

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

against Charlie’s

so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to

woman burst

in the room

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

the dinner was lively, and nobody

was not so much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they

Mark had the

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

needed their help with other

of the men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him,

to propose a

the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when

hands when Cecilia

all seem

turned off the golden

had drank a little too much, so he took out a cigarette and smoked

filled the

these were his old classmates and they all had

was lonely at

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

girl was as

Cecilia, regretting having brought her

the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened emotions, they engaged in

the cubicle

the

Cecilia was stunned.

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

about how young those woman in the room

sudden, she felt

men must’ve brought their lovers here, so why

looked at Mark

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

Mark on the

had thought that Mark was an