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

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 good care of

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies

was a hot

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets

over

seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes,

had never seen a

didn’t shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense

asked loudly, “Why are you hiding?

Was he calling her?

in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm, and pulled her to

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how

was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him around 6 ft

the photo

was still young. She had a

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 keep an eye

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

and Mrs. Gordon. I 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

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly

asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with Rena and Waylen getting

started walking away and

did. You can’t

onto his arm and shook it

Looked down

just

an umbrella up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps

car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a

rare to

way, Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced

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

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

person on the other end of the line said

shook his head

hung up the

normal circumstances, Peter would arrange a date for Mark, making sure that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for

expected, when Mark dropped the phone, he looked

the party with me,

little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch

lit up and she

to the hotel, Mark changed his

black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves

and any

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

yet Cecilia

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

nodded in a

gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

that he came here to have a lot

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, waiting

his time, smoking

over with a glass of wine. “Mark,

little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he

out a smoke ring and answered

eyes. Obviously,

women these men brought

Flora had called Mark

Cecilia a

of the Fowler family;

men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark

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

man to

this time, a pretty woman strutted over. She

against Charlie’s arm

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

woman burst

the room followed suit,

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

atmosphere at the dinner was lively, and nobody held

so much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good relationship with

Mark had

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

needed

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

to propose a toast

everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was his junior, they had no choice

was washing his hands when Cecilia inched

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a

off the

took out a

gradually filled

Although these were his old classmates

was lonely

someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to bounce back, leading

little girl was as

regretting having

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

to the cubicle

the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t

about how young those

a sudden,

their lovers here, so why did

looked at Mark

smoking. On his usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a

she kicked Mark

Mark was