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.”

later, the Audi pulled over

came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only

for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

was a

the fact that he was sweating bullets under

an umbrella over Mark and accompanied

wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes like a

seen a man

he exuded a sorrowful aura that

Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding?

Was he calling her?

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

side, Cecilia realized how tall he

she was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him around 6 ft

photo on the

was still young. She had a

today, you would’ve seen

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

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

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood

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

away and retorted, “Did

You can’t deny

Mark. She grabbed onto his

Looked down at

to notice this. She just held him and walked out

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

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

It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so

his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there

few pleasantries, Mark

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

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

other end of the line

nose and shook his head

hung up

for Mark. But since there was a girl

dropped the phone, he looked

to the party with me, will

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

eyes lit up and she readily

the hotel, Mark

trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled

any woman

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

Mark. He led them into the private room and said with

in a reserved

was slowly closed behind them.

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

took his time, smoking

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

corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then,

out a smoke

man rolled his eyes. Obviously, he

brought were their lovers.

Mark to subtly inquire about

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

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

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

and explained, “Quit talking

to Cecilia.

She was very young, probably no older than

leaned against Charlie’s arm

the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Mr.

the woman burst

room followed

all wondered where Mark found such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface,

dinner was lively, and

to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep

Mark had the highest

little information about this new energy, he could alleviate

course, Mark also needed their

so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However,

to propose a toast to

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 but to

his hands when Cecilia inched towards

seem to be

turned off the golden

much, so he took out a cigarette and smoked

filled the small

about what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all

was lonely at the

if he faced a setback someday, he might end

girl was as simple

Cecilia, regretting having

were experiencing a mix of misery

door to the cubicle shook

woman’s pleasured moans and the man’s

Cecilia was stunned.

definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be

how young those woman in the

sudden, she

brought their lovers here, so why

at Mark

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

Mark on the

that Mark was