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

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

Darren and a bunch of

was a

the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

held an umbrella over Mark and

she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take

never seen a

sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she

a long time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you

Was he calling her?

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

side, Cecilia

and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him

photo on

was still young. She had a pretty,

of the 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 Rena’s

few moments. After a while, she finally blurted

Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our

Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

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

away and retorted, “Did I

did. You can’t deny

She grabbed onto his arm and shook it lightly.

Looked down at

Cecilia failed to notice this. She just held him

had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked

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

driving the car, smiled. It’s rare to see Mr. Evans so patient.

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

exchanging a few pleasantries,

receiver, saying, “You’re doing this

ask me to bring a date. Are you

end of

and shook his head wryly.

Mark hung up the

would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and

dropped the phone, he looked at

the party with me, will

were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

eyes lit up and

to the hotel, Mark changed his

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

was conventionally attractive, and any woman

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

Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia

them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good

in a

was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

that he came here to

meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were

Mark took his time,

with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get

Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you find this

a smoke ring and

his eyes. Obviously, he

After all, all the women these men brought were their lovers.

had called Mark

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

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

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She wants

introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

pretty woman strutted over. She was very young,

against Charlie’s arm

so she greeted them sweetly.

woman

in the room followed suit, laughing

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

was lively,

Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good

had

information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of others about the

also needed their help with

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 those kinds of

dared to propose a

in the room sensed that something deeper was going on,

hands when Cecilia inched

Mark, they all seem

turned off

too much, so he took out a

filled the

Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they

was lonely at the

of him and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to bounce back, leading to a miserable

was as simple and

at Cecilia, regretting

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

door to the cubicle

and the

Cecilia was stunned.

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

thought about how young those woman

a sudden, she felt

their lovers here, so why did

Mark with tearful

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

Mark on

had thought that Mark