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

was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care of her but also

Darren and a bunch of lilies

a hot

despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his

umbrella over Mark

made 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 creepy

had never seen a

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

time, Mark suddenly asked loudly,

Was he calling her?

Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

stood up to Mark’s

the photo on the

the photo, Reina was still young. She had

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. Don’t worry. I

turned to Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

Mr. and 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

this, Mark

mood

breath, “Uncle Mark, are

away and retorted, “Did

You

Mark. She grabbed onto his

Looked down at Cecilia’s

to notice this. She just held him and walked out

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

driver to take Cecilia’s car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was unfazed by what had

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

classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was

few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced at

into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on purpose,

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

end of

shook his head wryly.

hung up

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 just kept

expected, when Mark dropped the phone, he looked

party

if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark

eyes lit up and she

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

conventionally attractive, and any woman

to a very secluded high-end club. It

family was rich, yet Cecilia

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

in a

closed behind them. Mark leaned

here to have

at least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten

time, smoking

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

but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled

out a smoke ring and answered briefly,

his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t

called Mark to

a little flirtatiously. Mark

Fowler family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s little

men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark

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

introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this

strutted over. She was

leaned against Charlie’s

she greeted

woman burst

in the room followed suit,

were laughing on the surface, but deep down,

atmosphere at the dinner was lively, and nobody

a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a good relationship with each

them, Mark had

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

also needed

he approached

dared to propose a toast to

to the washroom, Cecilia followed him there. Truth be told, everyone in the room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that

was washing his hands

“Uncle Mark, they all seem to be a little scared

off

took out a cigarette and smoked

gradually filled the

old classmates and they

lonely at

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

little girl was as simple and innocent as

regretting

the occupants were experiencing

the

woman’s pleasured moans and the man’s satisfied panting

Cecilia was stunned.

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

young those woman in the

a sudden, she felt

lovers here, so why did

looked at Mark with

a touch of unfathomable depth in his eyes

kicked Mark

had thought that Mark was