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

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

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch of

was a hot

despite the fact that he was sweating bullets

umbrella over

A little tired of her

never seen a man so

sorrowful aura

loudly, “Why are you

Was he calling her?

Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out, took

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him around 6

photo on the

still young. She had a pretty, magnetic

little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family.

Cecilia and told her,

few moments. After

Mrs. Gordon. I didn’t mean to 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 of

Mark couldn’t

gloomy mood

Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

and retorted, “Did I say

did. You can’t

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

Looked down at

She just held him

deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that

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

smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so

their way, Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out

few pleasantries, Mark

the receiver, saying, “You’re doing

still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately

other end

his nose and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

hung up

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

the

party with me,

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

up and she

to the hotel, Mark changed his

white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the

any woman would swoon

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

yet

not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good time,

in

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

seemed that he came here

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

Mark took his time, smoking

of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you

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

slowly puffed out a smoke ring

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

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

had called Mark to

Cecilia a little

family;

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

he introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

a pretty woman strutted over. She

against Charlie’s

greeted them sweetly. “Nice to

woman burst into

the room followed suit, laughing

innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays

dinner was lively, and nobody

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

them, Mark had the highest

the knowledge of a new energy source. By revealing just a little information about this new

also needed

family, so he approached Cecilia

dared to propose

something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior,

washing his hands when Cecilia

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

off

took

filled the small

classmates and they all had connections, they all

was lonely

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

girl was as

at Cecilia, regretting having brought

moment, a faint noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of

door to the cubicle

and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

she could tell that the man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so

young those woman in the room

sudden, she felt

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

looked at Mark

face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his

she kicked Mark on

thought that Mark was