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

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 but also

brought good wine for Darren and

was a hot

stood still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

over Mark and accompanied

A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes

never seen a man so

he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she

a long time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why

Was he calling her?

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

side, Cecilia

5.5 ft tall, and she stood

touched the photo on

young. She had a pretty,

today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family.

to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

stuttered for a few moments. After a while,

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

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood

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

and retorted, “Did

you did. You can’t

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

Looked down

notice this. She just held him and walked out of

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

in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was unfazed by what had

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

from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned

a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly

spoke into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing

yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you

person on the other end of the line said

scratched his nose and shook his head

Mark hung up the

to make trouble for Mark.

Mark dropped the

the party with me,

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

eyes lit up

hotel, Mark

trousers, but the top two buttons were left

attractive, and any woman would

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

yet Cecilia had never

into the private room

in a reserved

them. Mark leaned against the door and lit

came here to

the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at

took his time, smoking

over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s

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

a smoke ring

man rolled his eyes. Obviously,

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

called Mark to subtly inquire about

talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously.

the Fowler family; that is,

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

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

man to

time, a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young, probably no older than

leaned against

truth about their relationship, so she greeted them

woman burst into

in the room followed suit,

surface, but

atmosphere at the dinner was lively, and

much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good

had

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

course, Mark also needed their help with other

the men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped

propose a

Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior, they had no choice

his hands when Cecilia inched

all seem to be a little

turned off the golden

took out a cigarette

filled the small

right. Although these were his old classmates and they

was lonely at

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

girl was as simple and

looked at Cecilia, regretting having brought

faint noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened emotions, they

the

and the

Cecilia was stunned.

and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in

how young those woman

a sudden,

lovers here, so why did

Mark with

still smoking. On his usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a naive

Mark on the

that Mark