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

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

was a hot

despite the fact that he was sweating

umbrella over Mark and accompanied

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

never seen

shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that

Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding?

Was he calling her?

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

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall

she stood up to Mark’s ear. That

the photo on

young. She had a pretty, magnetic

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

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

for a few moments. After a while, she

to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena

Mark

gloomy mood suddenly turned

and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are

away and retorted, “Did I say

did. You can’t

his arm

Looked down at Cecilia’s

She just held him and walked out

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

home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat,

smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so patient. He

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

pleasantries, Mark

chuckled and spoke into the receiver, saying,

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

person on the other end of the line said

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

hung up the

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

dropped the

the party with me,

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

eyes lit up and

the hotel, Mark

buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the

attractive, and any woman would swoon over

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

Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been

the private

in a

behind them. Mark leaned

that he came here to have a lot

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

Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette

“Mark, it’s really hard

but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled

a smoke ring and

his eyes. Obviously,

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

had called Mark to

Cecilia a little flirtatiously.

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

men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

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

man to

woman strutted over. She was very young, probably

leaned against Charlie’s

she greeted

the woman

the room followed suit,

such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down,

dinner was

maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good relationship

Mark had

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

Mark 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

no one dared to propose a

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

his hands when Cecilia

“Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a

off

too much, so he took out a cigarette and

filled the

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

was lonely at

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

was as simple and

looked at Cecilia, regretting having

emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps

the

and the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party, not

how young those woman

of a sudden, she felt

brought their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark with tearful

gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that

she kicked Mark

had thought that Mark was