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

two days ago. But today was the anniversary of Darren’s death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care of her but also treated

good wine for Darren and

was a

that he was sweating bullets under his white

umbrella over Mark and

tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take

seen a man so

didn’t shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she was

time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding? Come over

Was he calling her?

a low

side, Cecilia realized

tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That

photo on

was still young. She had a pretty,

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

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon. I didn’t mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood

turned to look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark,

and retorted, “Did

you did. You can’t deny

grabbed onto his

down at

Cecilia failed to notice this. She just held

was 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

back, Mark asked the driver to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the

rare to see Mr. Evans so patient. He

from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was

pleasantries, Mark suddenly

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

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

person on the other end

and shook his

Mark hung up

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

the phone, he looked

party with

a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of

up and she readily

the hotel,

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

and any woman would swoon over

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

yet

not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect,

nodded in a

was slowly closed behind them.

came here to have

the recreational ones. At

Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette

a glass of wine. “Mark,

eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at

out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

eyes.

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

had called Mark to

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

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

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

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

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

this time, a pretty woman strutted over. She was

against

about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly.

the woman burst

the room followed suit, laughing

innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were

was lively, and nobody

maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious

Mark had the highest

little information about this new energy, he could

course, Mark also needed their help

of the men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him, saying straightforwardly, “She doesn’t understand

one dared to propose a toast to

sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior, they had no choice but to believe

was washing his hands

Mark, they all seem to be a little

turned off

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

filled the small

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

lonely at

faced a setback someday, he might end up

this little girl was as simple and

at Cecilia, regretting

moment, a faint noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened

the cubicle

woman’s pleasured moans and the man’s satisfied panting

Cecilia was stunned.

was, she could tell that 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 party, not to mention

young those

sudden, she felt

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

at Mark with

On his usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that

Mark

thought that Mark was an