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.”

hour later, the Audi pulled over in a

of Darren’s death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only

for Darren and a bunch

a hot

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

umbrella over Mark and accompanied

she wasn’t seen. A little tired of

had never seen

he exuded a sorrowful aura

loudly, “Why are

Was he calling her?

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

Cecilia

she stood up to Mark’s

the photo on

still young.

you would’ve seen Rena build her own family. Don’t worry. I will watch Rena

to Cecilia and told her, “Say

few moments. After a while, she

mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena

this, Mark

gloomy mood suddenly

her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay

and retorted,

You can’t

followed Mark. She grabbed onto his arm and shook

down

She just held him and walked out of

quietly following behind Mark, holding 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 someone better, so others paled

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

smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so patient. He

their way, Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and

few pleasantries, Mark

the receiver, saying, “You’re

know I’m single, yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass

on the other end

scratched his nose and shook his head wryly.

Mark hung

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

Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

party

were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

lit up and she readily

the hotel, Mark

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

conventionally attractive, and any

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

was rich, yet Cecilia

them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good time, Mr.

nodded in a reserved

closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit a

came here to have a

and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this

his time,

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

corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he

slowly puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

man rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

all the women these men brought were their lovers. Although

called Mark to subtly

couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then

the daughter of the Fowler family; that is,

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

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

the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

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

against Charlie’s arm

she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet

the woman burst into

in the room followed

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

was lively,

their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good

Mark had the

source. By revealing just a little information about this new

needed their help with other

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

to propose

Mark went to the washroom, Cecilia followed him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when

his hands when

“Uncle Mark, they all seem

off

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

gradually filled the small

these were his old classmates and they all had

lonely at the

But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up

this little girl was as simple and innocent as

regretting having brought her

faint noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of

the cubicle shook

and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

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

about how young those woman in the

sudden,

must’ve brought their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark with tearful

touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that

she kicked Mark

that Mark was