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

just here 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

brought good wine for Darren and

a

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

an umbrella over Mark and accompanied

of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes like a

seen a man

sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she was

suddenly asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

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

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall

she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should

the photo

was still young. She had a pretty,

Mark said, “Darren, Reina, this is 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

Cecilia and told

a few moments. After

will be good to Rena, and if he

this, Mark

mood suddenly

“Uncle Mark, are

away and

You can’t

his arm

Looked down

failed to notice this. She just held him and

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

Mark in

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

phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned

a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced at

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

still ask me to bring a

on the other end of

his nose and shook his head

after, Mark hung up

enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a

when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

party with me, will

were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll be gifts waiting

lit up and

to the hotel, Mark changed

usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the

was conventionally attractive, and any woman

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

yet

into the private room and said

in a reserved

them. Mark

he came here to

the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table, waiting for

Mark took his time, smoking his

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

was handsome, but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then,

out a smoke ring and answered

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he

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

had called Mark to subtly inquire about

to Cecilia a little

daughter of the Fowler family; that is,

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She wants to expand her horizons, so I

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is Charlie

strutted over. She was very young,

against

she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet

the woman burst into

in the room followed suit,

wondered where Mark found such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were

at the dinner was

maintain their connections. Most of

had the highest

possessed the knowledge of a new energy source. By revealing just a little information about this

also needed their help with other

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,

no one dared to propose a toast

Mark went to the 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

washing his hands when Cecilia

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem

off

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

gradually filled

Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly wanted to ride

lonely

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,

as

regretting having brought her

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

the cubicle

pleasured moans and the man’s satisfied

Cecilia was stunned.

woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex

Cecilia thought about how young

a sudden, she felt

brought their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

looked at Mark

a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a naive

she kicked Mark on the

Mark was an upright