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

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

and a

a

he was sweating bullets under

held an umbrella over

of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes like a

never seen a

a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from

suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding?

Was he calling her?

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

side, Cecilia realized

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

touched the photo on

photo, Reina was still young. She had a pretty,

been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her

Cecilia and told

bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a

good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell out of him, you can

this, Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood

and asked under her breath, “Uncle

and retorted,

You can’t deny

onto his arm and shook

Looked down

notice this. She just held him and walked

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 someone better,

home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia

to

Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly

saying,

I’m single, yet you still ask me to bring a date.

on the other end of the line

shook his head wryly.

after, Mark hung up the

date for Mark, making sure that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was

Mark dropped the phone,

the party

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

lit up

returning to the hotel, Mark changed his

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

was conventionally attractive, and any woman

high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary

family was rich, yet Cecilia had

stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have

in a reserved

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

here

ones. At this time,

time, smoking his cigarette

over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you to come to these kinds

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

smoke ring and

man rolled his eyes. Obviously,

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

Flora had called Mark to subtly inquire

but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m not

the Fowler family; that is, Waylen

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

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

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

over. She was very young, probably

leaned against Charlie’s arm

greeted

woman burst

room followed suit,

all wondered where Mark found such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people

atmosphere at the dinner was

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

them, Mark had

just a little information about this new energy, he could

Mark also needed their help with other

the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for

dared to propose

be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said

was washing his hands when Cecilia

seem to be a little scared

turned off the

too much, so he took out a

gradually filled the small

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

was lonely at the

faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to bounce back, leading to a

this little girl was as simple and

regretting

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

the

the man’s satisfied

Cecilia was stunned.

man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be

about how young those woman in the

sudden, she

brought their lovers here,

Mark with

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

Mark on

had thought that Mark was an upright