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.”

the Audi pulled over

Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care of her but also treated Rena like his

wine for Darren and a bunch of

was a hot

fact that he was sweating bullets under his

over Mark

sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes like a

never seen

tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense

time, Mark suddenly asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

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

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall

tall, and she stood

the photo on

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

said, “Darren, Reina, this 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

to Cecilia and told her,

for a few

brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn’t treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell out

Mark

mood

turned to look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with Rena

walking away and retorted, “Did

did. You can’t deny

Mark. She grabbed onto his

Looked down

She just held him and walked out of

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

to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she

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

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

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced at

saying, “You’re

single, yet you still ask me to bring

person on the other end of

his nose and shook his

Mark hung up the

to make trouble for Mark. But since there

the phone, he looked

the party

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

lit up

hotel, Mark changed

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

was conventionally attractive, and any

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

family was rich, yet Cecilia

to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said

nodded in

slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit a

he came here to have

dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table, waiting for

time, smoking his cigarette

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

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 briefly,

man rolled his eyes. Obviously,

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

had called Mark to

help but talked to Cecilia a

daughter of the Fowler family;

men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

touched Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking

he introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

woman strutted over. She

leaned against Charlie’s arm

didn’t know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Mr.

the woman burst into

room followed

The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How

the dinner was lively, and nobody held

to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious

had the highest

source. By revealing just a little information about this

course, Mark also needed

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

one dared to propose a toast

him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was

hands when Cecilia inched towards

“Uncle Mark, they all seem to

off

little too much, so he took out a cigarette and smoked to sober up a

filled the

Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly

was lonely

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

little girl was as simple

Cecilia, regretting having brought her

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

to the

moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party, not to mention that the

how young

a sudden, she felt

brought their lovers here, so why did

looked at Mark with tearful

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

kicked Mark

thought that Mark was an upright