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

deeply grateful

wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies

was a hot

he was sweating bullets under his white

umbrella over Mark and accompanied him

made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled

seen

sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she was

suddenly asked loudly, “Why are

Was he calling her?

called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm, and pulled her

Mark’s side, Cecilia

was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to

photo on the

young. She had

Cecilia, the spoiled brat of the Fowler 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 a hawk and

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a while,

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

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood

at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark,

away and retorted, “Did

You can’t

grabbed onto his arm and shook it

Looked down at Cecilia’s

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

holding an umbrella up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps

Mark in the backseat, Cecilia

smiled. It’s rare to see Mr.

college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old classmate was

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced

the receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t

still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately

end of

scratched his nose and shook

after, Mark hung

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 on Mark’s mind,

expected, when Mark dropped the

the party with me,

were all a bunch of older men?

up and she readily

returning to the hotel, Mark

shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to

was conventionally attractive, and any woman

club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard of

family was rich, yet Cecilia had never

dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good time, Mr.

in a

them. Mark leaned against the door

here

area was separate from the recreational ones.

Mark took his time, smoking his

wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you to come to these kinds of things,

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

puffed out a smoke

his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

brought were

morning, Flora had called Mark to subtly

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

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

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

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

he introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

over. She was very young,

against Charlie’s

she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Mr.

the woman

room followed suit, laughing

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

dinner was lively, and nobody

was not so much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good

them, Mark had the

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

also needed their

with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him, saying straightforwardly, “She doesn’t understand those

to propose a

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

was washing his hands when

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a

turned off the golden

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

filled the small

thought about what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly wanted to ride on his

was lonely

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

this little girl was as simple and innocent

Cecilia, regretting having brought

washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight.

the

the man’s satisfied

Cecilia was stunned.

naive she 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

how young those woman in the

of a sudden, she

here, so why

at Mark with tearful

a touch of unfathomable depth in his

she kicked Mark on

Mark was an upright