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

honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care of

Darren and

a hot

still despite the fact that he was

held an umbrella over

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

seen a man

he exuded a sorrowful aura that

time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why

Was he calling her?

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

Cecilia realized how tall he

her high-heeled shoes, she was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him around

touched the photo

photo, Reina was still young. She had a pretty, magnetic

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

told her, “Say hello to

for a few moments. After a while, she finally

Rena, and if he

Mark

mood suddenly turned

under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

walking away and retorted, “Did I

did. You

followed Mark. She grabbed onto his

Looked down

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

deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark

asked the driver to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked

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

call from his college classmate in Duefron. It

pleasantries, Mark suddenly

and spoke into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on purpose,

I’m single, yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to

other end of the line

scratched his nose and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

after, Mark hung up

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

Mark dropped the

to the party with me, will

a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll be gifts waiting

eyes lit up and she

to the hotel, Mark

were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined and

any woman would swoon over

a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard of it, let

was rich, yet Cecilia had never been there

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

nodded in

was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

seemed that he came here to have a lot

least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table,

time, smoking

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

the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you find this little

out a smoke ring and answered briefly,

eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

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

had called Mark to subtly

but talked to Cecilia a little

the Fowler family; that is, Waylen

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

explained, “Quit talking

the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

She was very young, probably no

leaned against

so she greeted

woman

room followed suit, laughing

surface,

dinner was lively,

was not so much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them

them, Mark had

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

course, Mark also needed their help

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

no one dared to propose a toast to

sensed that something deeper was going on, but when

washing his hands when Cecilia inched towards

seem to be a little scared

off the golden

much, so he took out a cigarette and smoked

filled the small

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

was lonely

him and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed

little girl was as simple

regretting

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

door to the cubicle

and the

Cecilia was stunned.

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

young those

of a sudden,

must’ve brought their lovers here, so why did Mark

at Mark with

was a touch of

Mark on

had thought that Mark was