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 pulled over in a

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

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies for

was a

despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

over Mark and accompanied

little tired of her high-heeled

never seen a man so

but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could

suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding? Come

Was he calling her?

walked over, and called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low

Mark’s side, Cecilia

her high-heeled shoes, she was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s

the photo on

was still young. She had

you two had been alive today, you

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

stuttered for a few

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

this, Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood suddenly

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

walking away and retorted, “Did

You can’t deny

Mark. She grabbed onto his arm and shook it

Looked down

She just held him and

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 by what had happened the

to see Mr. Evans so patient. He thought

It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old classmate was

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark

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

to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass

person on the other end of the line said

and shook his head

Mark hung

normal circumstances, Peter would arrange a date for Mark, making sure that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t figure out what was

expected, when Mark dropped the

party

bunch of older

eyes lit up

the hotel,

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

any woman would

Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary

family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been there

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

nodded in a reserved

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

that he came here to

the recreational ones. At

Mark took his time,

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

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

a smoke ring and

eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

After all, all the women these men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t married, he had

called Mark to subtly

Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then

of the Fowler family; that is, Waylen

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is

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

leaned against

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

woman burst into

the room

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

at the dinner was

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

Mark had the

about this new energy, he could alleviate the

Mark also needed their help with other

and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast.

to propose

there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior,

his hands when Cecilia inched

Mark, they all seem to be

off the

so he took out a cigarette

gradually filled

said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had

was lonely

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

was as simple and innocent

at Cecilia, regretting having brought

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

the

woman’s pleasured moans and the

Cecilia was stunned.

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

how young those woman

of a sudden, she

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

at Mark with tearful

a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that

she kicked Mark on the

had thought that Mark was an