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

so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren,

and

was a

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

held an umbrella over Mark and

all the way, but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes,

had never seen a

shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful

Mark suddenly asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

rose slowly, walked over, and called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low voice.

side, Cecilia realized how tall he

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

touched the photo on

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 will watch Rena like

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

stuttered for a few moments. After

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

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

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

away and retorted,

you did. You

his arm

Looked down at Cecilia’s

failed to notice this. She just held him and walked out of

night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring,

to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot,

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

answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a

few pleasantries,

the receiver, saying, “You’re

me to bring a date. Are you deliberately

end of the

and shook his head wryly.

Mark hung up the

for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t

the phone,

party with

Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added

eyes lit up and

to the hotel,

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

and any

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

yet Cecilia had never been

He led them into the private room

nodded in a reserved

was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against

that he came here to have a lot

room was 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

Mark took his time, smoking

the men at the table came over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really

but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at

a smoke ring and answered

eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

all the women these men brought were their lovers.

had called Mark

talked to Cecilia a

Fowler family;

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark

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

to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is Charlie

this time, a pretty woman strutted over. She was very

leaned against

their relationship, so she greeted

woman

in the room followed suit, laughing

the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were as

the dinner was lively,

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

them, Mark had the

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

course, Mark also needed

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

no one dared to propose a

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

his hands

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

turned off the golden

too much, so he took out a cigarette and smoked to

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

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

was as

at Cecilia, regretting having brought

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

to the cubicle shook

and the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a

young those woman in the

a sudden, she felt

brought their lovers here, so why

Mark with tearful

face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a naive girl like

she kicked Mark

thought that Mark was an upright