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

ago. But today was the anniversary of Darren’s death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who

good wine for Darren and a bunch

was a

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

an umbrella over

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

never seen a

shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura

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

Was he calling her?

low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm,

side, Cecilia realized how

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

photo on the

was still young. She had

you would’ve seen Rena build her own

he turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

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 be assured

this, Mark

gloomy mood suddenly turned

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

and retorted, “Did I say

You

Mark. She grabbed onto his

down at Cecilia’s

notice this. She just held him

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

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

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

a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old classmate was inviting

pleasantries, Mark suddenly

receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on

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

other end of

scratched his nose and shook his

Mark hung

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

when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

the party with me,

bunch of older men?

eyes lit up

hotel, Mark

still wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing

attractive, and any woman would

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

rich, yet Cecilia had never been there

led them into the private room and said

nodded in a

magnificent bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

came here

ones. At

Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette

of wine. “Mark, it’s

man was handsome, but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you find this little girl? She’s

smoke ring and answered

rolled his eyes.

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

Mark to subtly inquire about

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

daughter of the Fowler family; that is,

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

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

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia,

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

against Charlie’s arm

didn’t know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted

the woman

room followed

women were laughing on the surface, but deep

the dinner was lively, and nobody held

social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious

Mark had

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

course, Mark also needed

the men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he

no one dared to propose a

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

washing his hands when Cecilia inched

all seem to

off

much, so he took out a cigarette

filled the small

what Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had

lonely

him respect. But if he faced a setback someday,

was as simple

Cecilia, regretting

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

to the cubicle shook

moans and the

Cecilia was stunned.

couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle

thought about how young those woman in

sudden, she felt

men must’ve brought their lovers here,

Mark

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

she kicked Mark

Mark was