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 pulled over

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 her

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

a hot

still despite the fact that he

umbrella over Mark and accompanied him

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 the bushes like

had never seen a

he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could

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

Was he calling her?

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

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized

was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make

photo on the

Reina was still young. She

alive today, you would’ve seen

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a while, she

Mrs. Gordon. I didn’t mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he

this, Mark

gloomy mood suddenly

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

away and retorted,

You

grabbed onto his arm and shook it

Looked down at

this. She just held him and walked out of

thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark had found someone better, so

back, Mark asked the driver to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though

was driving the car, smiled. It’s rare to see Mr.

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

a few pleasantries,

the receiver, saying, “You’re

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

end of

and shook his head wryly.

Mark hung

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’s mind, he

expected, when Mark dropped the phone,

the party with me,

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

eyes lit up

returning to the hotel, Mark changed his

wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows,

and any woman would swoon

car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary

rich, yet Cecilia had never

led them into the private room and said

in a reserved

slowly closed behind them. Mark

that he came here to have a

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

his time, smoking his

table came over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get

Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you find this little

puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

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

Flora had called Mark

couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little

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

the men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit

he introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is

strutted over. She was very young, probably no older

leaned against Charlie’s

so she greeted them sweetly.

woman burst

in the room

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

dinner was lively, and

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

Mark had the highest

about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns

needed their

men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he

one dared to propose a toast to Cecilia

him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper

hands when Cecilia inched

they all seem to

turned off

took out a cigarette and smoked to

gradually filled

were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all

lonely at

scared of him and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he

as simple and innocent

Cecilia, regretting having brought her

washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight.

the cubicle

moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

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

thought about how young those

of a sudden,

lovers here, so why

at Mark

there was a touch of unfathomable

Mark

that Mark