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 in

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

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

was a

that he was

over Mark

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

seen a man so

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

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

Was he calling her?

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

by Mark’s side, Cecilia

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

touched the photo on the

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

alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family. Don’t worry. I will watch Rena like a hawk and

and told her, “Say hello

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

if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell out of him, you can be

Mark

gloomy mood suddenly

“Uncle Mark, are

walking away and

you did. You

followed Mark. She grabbed onto his arm and shook it lightly.

Looked down

Cecilia failed to notice this. She just held him and walked out

deep thought. last night, Mark had

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

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

classmate in Duefron. It turned out that

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced

receiver, saying, “You’re

you still ask me to bring a date. Are

the other end of the

scratched his nose and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

after, Mark hung up

trouble for

when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

to the party with me, will

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

lit up and she readily

hotel, Mark changed his

still wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up

conventionally attractive, and any

secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard

rich, yet Cecilia had

into the private

in a reserved

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

came here to

least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten

took his time, smoking his

“Mark, it’s really

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

smoke ring and answered briefly,

eyes.

these men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t married, he had several

had called Mark to subtly inquire

Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m not

Fowler family; that is,

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

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

he introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

this time, a pretty woman strutted over. She

leaned against Charlie’s arm

greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Mr.

woman burst into

in the room followed suit, laughing

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

atmosphere at the dinner was lively, and

maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they

had the

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

course, Mark also needed their

and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia

to propose a toast

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

hands

Mark, they all seem to be a little scared

off the golden

took out a cigarette

gradually filled

Although these were his old classmates

lonely at

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

as simple and innocent as

at Cecilia, regretting having brought

emanated from 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 passionate

to the

the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during

about how young those

sudden, she felt

must’ve brought their lovers here, so why did Mark

Mark with tearful

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

she kicked Mark on

that Mark was