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.”

an hour later, the Audi

was just here two days ago. But today was 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 took good care of

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

a

the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

held an umbrella over Mark and accompanied

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

seen

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

Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why

Was he calling her?

a low voice. Mark reached out,

side, Cecilia realized how tall he

5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s

touched the photo on the

Reina was still young. She had a pretty, magnetic

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

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments.

if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then

this, Mark

mood

asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are

started walking away and retorted, “Did

did. You can’t

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

down at Cecilia’s

this. She just

last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring,

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

the car, smiled. It’s rare to

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

exchanging a few pleasantries,

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

you still ask me to bring

end of the line

nose and shook his head wryly.

Mark 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

dropped the phone, he looked at

to the party

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

eyes lit up and she

to the hotel, Mark changed

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

any woman would swoon over

car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard of it, let alone

family was rich, yet Cecilia

to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and

in

bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

he came here to have a

and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this

time, smoking

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

little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and

out a smoke

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

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

Mark

couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m

the Fowler family;

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She wants to expand her

the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

She was very young, probably

leaned against Charlie’s arm

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted

woman burst

room followed suit,

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

was lively,

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

had the

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

needed their help with other

with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark

to propose a toast to

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

hands when Cecilia inched

“Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a

turned off

took out a cigarette and smoked to sober

filled the small

these were his old classmates and they all had connections,

was lonely at

if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and

as simple and innocent

Cecilia, regretting having

occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later,

to the cubicle shook

moans and the man’s

Cecilia was stunned.

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

young those woman in the

of a sudden,

their lovers here, so why did Mark

Mark with

of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even

kicked Mark on the

that Mark was an upright