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

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

good wine for Darren and

a hot

the fact that he was sweating bullets

over Mark and accompanied him

that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of her high-heeled

seen a man so

shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful

time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why are you hiding? Come over

Was he calling her?

in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm, and pulled her to

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how

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

photo

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

family and Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would’ve seen Rena build her

Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

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 assured

this, Mark couldn’t help

mood suddenly turned

“Uncle Mark, are you okay now

walking away and retorted, “Did

you did. You can’t deny

his arm and

Looked down

failed to notice this. She just held him

Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark had found someone better, so others paled

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

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

a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out

few pleasantries, Mark

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

ask me to bring a

on the other end of the line said

and shook his

hung

that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for

Mark dropped the

party

bunch of older men? mark

up

the hotel, Mark changed his

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

attractive, and any woman would swoon over

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

was rich, yet Cecilia had never

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

nodded in

slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned

he came here to have

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

time, smoking his cigarette

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

Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked,

puffed out a smoke ring

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t

men brought were their lovers. Although

called Mark to

help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then

of the Fowler family;

the men present were

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring

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

introduced the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is Charlie

strutted over. She was

against Charlie’s

she greeted them

the woman burst into

in the room

an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep

was lively, and

much a dinner as a social interaction to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious

them, Mark had the highest

source. By revealing just a little information about this new energy, he could alleviate the concerns of

needed their help with

of the men present wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a

to propose a toast to

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

was washing his hands

seem to be a little scared of

turned off the

so he took out a cigarette and

filled the

Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and

was lonely

someday, he might end up

little girl was as simple and innocent

regretting having brought

noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing

door to the cubicle shook

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

Cecilia was stunned.

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

how young those

sudden, she

men must’ve brought their lovers here, so why did Mark

at Mark with tearful

was still smoking. On his usual gentle face, there was a touch of unfathomable

kicked Mark on the

Mark was