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.”

hour later, the Audi pulled

was deeply grateful

Darren and a bunch

a hot

the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

umbrella over Mark and accompanied him

but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of

had never seen a man so

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

long time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you

Was he calling her?

Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm, and pulled her to his

Cecilia realized how

and she stood up

photo on

young.

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

Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

a few moments. After a while, she finally blurted

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 be assured

Mark couldn’t

mood suddenly

asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

walking away and retorted,

you did. You can’t

onto his arm

Looked down

notice this. She just held him and walked out of

quietly following behind 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 had found someone better, so others paled in

in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was

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

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

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark

receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on purpose,

ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to

the other end

his nose and shook his head

Mark hung up

Peter would 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 girl

dropped the phone, he

party with

little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men?

up and she

the hotel,

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

and any woman would

Lotus sports car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club.

was rich, yet Cecilia had never been

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

in a reserved

bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit

seemed that he came here

area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table, waiting

took his time, smoking his

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

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

a smoke ring and

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

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

Flora had called Mark to

a little flirtatiously. Mark then said,

daughter of the Fowler family; that

men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

“Quit talking nonsense. She wants to

introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

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

against Charlie’s arm

greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet

woman

in the room

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

atmosphere at the dinner was lively, and nobody

maintain their connections. Most of them

them, Mark had the highest

knowledge of a new energy source. By revealing just a little information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of others about the future

also needed their help with other

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 kinds of

to propose a

the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior, they had no

washing his hands when

Mark, they all seem to be a little scared of

turned off the

took out a cigarette and smoked to

gradually filled

Although these were his old classmates and they all

was lonely at the

people were scared of him and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to

was as simple and innocent as

Cecilia, regretting

the occupants were experiencing a mix of

door to the cubicle shook

the man’s satisfied panting filled 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

about how young those woman in the

of a sudden,

here,

looked at Mark with

touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even

she kicked Mark on the

Mark