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.”

later, the Audi

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

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies

a

despite the fact that he was

held an umbrella over Mark

A little tired of her

never seen a

sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she was

asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

a low voice.

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

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

touched the photo

young.

Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her own family. Don’t worry.

Cecilia and told her, “Say hello

Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a

will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father

this, Mark couldn’t

gloomy mood suddenly

breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

away and retorted, “Did I say

you did. You can’t deny

She grabbed onto his arm and

down at Cecilia’s

this. She just held

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

driver to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the

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

their way, Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and

few pleasantries, Mark

receiver, saying,

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

the other end of the line

nose and shook his head

hung

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

the party with me, will

was a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

up and she

returning to the hotel, Mark changed his

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 his well-defined

any woman would swoon over

a very secluded high-end club. It was so

was rich, yet

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

in a

magnificent bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit a

that he came here

was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting

Mark took his time,

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

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

out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

eyes. Obviously, he

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

had called Mark

couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously.

family;

the men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring

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

introduced the man to

woman strutted over. She was very young, probably no

against

their relationship, so she greeted

the woman burst

room followed suit, laughing

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

was lively, and nobody

of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good

them, Mark had the

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

also needed their

to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached

propose

the washroom, Cecilia followed him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper

hands when

seem to be a little scared of

turned off the golden

little too much, so he took out a cigarette

gradually filled the

were his old classmates and they all had connections,

was lonely at the

showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end

was as simple and innocent as

Cecilia, regretting

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

to the

pleasured moans and the

Cecilia was stunned.

a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be

thought about how young those woman in the

sudden,

men must’ve brought their lovers here, so

looked at Mark with

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

kicked Mark on the

Mark was an upright