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 pulled over in a

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

brought good wine for Darren and a bunch of lilies

a

fact that he was sweating

over Mark

followed them all the way, but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take

seen a man so

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

loudly, “Why

Was he calling her?

“Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm,

side, Cecilia

5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark’s

the photo

was still young. She had

had been alive today, you would’ve seen

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

for a few moments. After a

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

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

away and retorted, “Did I

you did. You

onto his arm and shook it lightly.

down at Cecilia’s

Cecilia failed to notice this. She just

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

sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was unfazed by what

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

It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old

a few pleasantries, Mark

receiver, saying,

me to bring a date.

other end of the

and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

Mark hung up

for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t

dropped the phone, he

to the party with me, will

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

eyes lit up and she

to the hotel, Mark changed

his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the

was conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon

he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It

was rich, yet Cecilia

led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have

in

gate was slowly closed behind them.

came here to

square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time,

took his time,

wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you to come to these kinds of things,

his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked,

out a smoke ring and answered

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

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

had called Mark to

talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said,

daughter of the Fowler family; that

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark

Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking

man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

over. She was very young, probably

against Charlie’s

about their relationship, so she greeted them

the woman burst

in the room followed suit, laughing

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

the dinner was lively, and

connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they

them, Mark had

about this new energy,

Mark also needed their help

make a connection 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 going on, but when Mark

hands when Cecilia

they all seem to be a little scared of

off

so he took out a cigarette and smoked to sober up

gradually filled the

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

lonely at

setback someday, he might end

as simple and innocent

at Cecilia, regretting having

It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery

the

pleasured moans and the man’s

Cecilia was stunned.

woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner

how young those

a sudden, she

here, so why did Mark

looked at Mark with

usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable depth

she kicked Mark

thought that Mark