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 over in a

was 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

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch

was a hot

he was sweating bullets under his white

held an umbrella over Mark and

little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided

had never seen a man so

he exuded a sorrowful aura

Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you

Was he calling her?

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

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That

the photo on the

was still young. She had a pretty, magnetic

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.

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say hello to Rena’s

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

you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat

this, Mark couldn’t

gloomy mood suddenly

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

away and retorted, “Did

you did. You

grabbed onto his arm and shook

down at Cecilia’s

to notice this. She just held

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

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

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

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

exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly

into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing

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

the other end of the

scratched his nose and shook

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

expected, when Mark dropped the phone,

party with

friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

lit up and she readily

the hotel, Mark changed

the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his

was conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon

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

family was rich, yet Cecilia

the private room and said with respect,

in

bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the

he came here to

was at least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At

Mark took his time, smoking his

over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really

Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, “Where’d you find this little

smoke ring and answered

his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

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

Mark to

a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m not

the daughter of the Fowler family; that is,

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

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

introduced the man to Cecilia.

She was very young, probably

against Charlie’s

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted

the woman burst into

the room followed suit, laughing

girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were as simple

the 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 keep up a good

had the

a little information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of others about

Mark also needed

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

dared to propose a toast

that something deeper

washing his hands when Cecilia inched towards

they all seem

off the golden

a little too much, so he took out a cigarette

filled the small

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

lonely at

people were scared of him and showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to

as simple and innocent

Cecilia, regretting having

like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight.

the

moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled

Cecilia was stunned.

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

how young those

of a sudden, she

their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark with tearful

of unfathomable depth in his eyes that even a

kicked Mark on the

Mark was an