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.”

the Audi pulled over in a

death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to

for Darren and a bunch of

a

that he was sweating bullets

held an umbrella over Mark and

them all the way, but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided

had never seen

a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia

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

Was he calling her?

in a low voice. Mark reached

side, Cecilia realized how tall he

5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him

touched the photo on the

still young. She had a pretty,

you two had been alive today, you would’ve

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

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

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 out of him, you can be

this, Mark couldn’t

mood

at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with

walking away and retorted, “Did I

you did. You can’t deny

grabbed onto his arm and

down at Cecilia’s

this. She just held him and walked out of the

had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark had found someone better, so

in the backseat, Cecilia

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

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

a few pleasantries, Mark

saying, “You’re doing

still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to

person on the other end

his nose and shook his

hung up

a date for Mark, making sure 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 on Mark’s mind, he

expected, when Mark dropped the phone, he looked

the party with me, will

a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

lit up and she readily

returning to the hotel,

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

attractive, and any woman would swoon over

to a very secluded high-end club. It

Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had

at Mark. He led them into the private

nodded in a reserved

behind them. Mark leaned against the door

he came here to have

meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones.

Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette

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

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

smoke ring and answered

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he

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

morning, Flora had called Mark to subtly inquire

talked to Cecilia a

the Fowler family; that

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

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

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is Charlie

woman strutted over. She was very young, probably no older than

leaned against Charlie’s arm

relationship, so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you,

woman

in the room followed suit,

all wondered where Mark found such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays

dinner was lively, and

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

Mark had the

about this new energy, he could alleviate the

Mark also needed

make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped

one dared to propose

be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was

hands

“Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a little scared of

off the

so he took out a cigarette and smoked to

filled the

classmates and they all had connections, they

was lonely at the

he faced a setback someday,

was as simple

regretting having brought

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 emotions, they

door to the cubicle shook

pleasured moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

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

thought about how young those woman in

a sudden,

brought their lovers here, so why did Mark

Mark with

usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a naive girl like

she kicked Mark

that Mark