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.”

Audi pulled over

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

good wine for Darren and

was a hot

despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

held an umbrella over Mark

all the way, but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in

never seen a man so

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

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

Was he calling her?

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

Cecilia realized how tall he

her high-heeled shoes, she was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him around 6 ft

photo on

was still young. She

family and Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family. Don’t worry. I

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

stuttered for a few moments. After a while, she finally

Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena

Mark

gloomy mood

to look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are

walking away and retorted, “Did I

did. You

his arm

down at Cecilia’s

She just held him and walked out of the

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

sitting next to Mark in the

smiled. It’s rare to see Mr.

private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced at

saying,

to

person on the other end of

scratched his nose and shook

after, Mark hung

would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in

the phone, he looked at

the party

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

up

returning to the hotel, Mark changed his

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

any woman would

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

Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had

manager dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with

nodded in

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

came here to have a lot of

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

his time, smoking his cigarette

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

eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d

puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

rolled his eyes. Obviously,

After all, all the women these men brought were their lovers.

had called Mark to subtly inquire

but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark

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

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark

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

he introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

over. She was very young, probably no

against

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted

woman burst into

room followed

The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were

the dinner was lively, and nobody

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

them, Mark had the

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

also needed their help with other

and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him, saying straightforwardly, “She doesn’t understand those kinds

one dared to propose a toast to

deeper was going on,

was washing his hands when Cecilia inched

Mark, they all seem to be a little scared

turned off the

took out a cigarette and smoked to sober up

filled the

what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates

was lonely at the

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

this little girl was as simple

regretting

occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened emotions, they engaged

to the

moans and the man’s satisfied panting

Cecilia was stunned.

tell that the man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party,

how young those woman in the

a sudden,

lovers here, so why

Mark with

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

Mark on the

had thought that Mark was an