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 over in a

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

Darren and a

was a hot

the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

an umbrella over Mark and accompanied him

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

had never seen a man so

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

Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding?

Was he calling her?

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

Cecilia realized

she stood up to Mark’s ear.

the photo

was still young. She

you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own

to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

for a few moments. After a while, she finally

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

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood

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

away and retorted, “Did I say

You can’t

grabbed onto his

down at Cecilia’s

She just held him and

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,

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

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

college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and

few pleasantries, Mark

saying, “You’re doing this

I’m single, yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you

end of the line

shook

hung up

normal circumstances, 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 right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t figure out what was on

Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

to the party

friends were all a bunch of

up and

returning to the hotel,

wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left

attractive, and any

club. It was so exclusive that

rich, yet Cecilia had never been there

into the private

nodded in a reserved

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

that he came here to have a lot of

dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men

Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette

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

little mischievous. Then, glancing at

slowly puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly,

man rolled his eyes. Obviously, he

all the women these men brought were

Mark to subtly

to Cecilia a

of the Fowler family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

be Cecilia’s senior. He touched Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit

the man to Cecilia.

time, a pretty woman strutted over. She

leaned against Charlie’s

greeted them sweetly. “Nice to

woman burst into

in the room followed suit, laughing

the surface, but deep down, they

atmosphere at the dinner was lively,

a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures,

them, Mark had

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

needed their help

a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him, saying straightforwardly,

no one dared to propose a toast

that something deeper was

his hands

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a

turned off the golden

he took out a cigarette and smoked to sober up

filled

She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all

lonely at

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

was as

Cecilia, regretting having

It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their

to the cubicle

and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party, not to mention

young those woman in

a sudden, she felt

brought their lovers here, so

at Mark

there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his

Mark

thought that Mark was an