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.”

an hour later, the Audi pulled over

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

wine for Darren and a

a

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

held an umbrella over Mark and accompanied

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

had never seen a man so

tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she was

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

Was he calling her?

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

Mark’s side, Cecilia

tall, and she stood

the photo on

still young. She had

Fowler family and Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to

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

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

Mark couldn’t help

gloomy mood suddenly turned

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

away and

You can’t

followed Mark. She grabbed onto his arm

Looked down

to notice this. She just held

umbrella up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had

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

rare to see Mr. Evans so

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

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced

the receiver, saying,

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

other end of the line said

and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

Mark hung up

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

expected, when Mark dropped the

party with me, will

a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

up and

hotel,

two buttons were left

any woman would swoon

secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard

yet Cecilia had never been

at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good

in a

behind them. Mark leaned

here to have a lot of

recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table,

time, smoking his

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

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

out a smoke ring and

his eyes. Obviously, he

the women these men brought were

had called Mark to subtly

a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m

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

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

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

to Cecilia.

a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young, probably

leaned against Charlie’s

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them

woman burst into

in the room

an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface,

at the dinner was

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

them, Mark had the

energy source. By revealing just a little information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of

Mark also needed their

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

no one dared to propose a

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

hands when

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem to be

off

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

filled the small

She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly wanted to

was lonely at

a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable

girl was as simple and innocent as a

Cecilia, regretting having brought her

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

door to the cubicle shook

the man’s satisfied

Cecilia was stunned.

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,

thought about how young

sudden, she

their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

looked at Mark with tearful

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

kicked Mark on the

had thought that Mark was an upright