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

death, so Mark came to honor Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took good care

for Darren and

a

fact that he

an umbrella over Mark

A little tired of

seen

a sorrowful

asked loudly, “Why are you hiding? Come over

Was he calling her?

called Mark “Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out,

by Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should make him

touched the photo on

the photo, Reina was still young. She had a

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

told her, “Say hello to Rena’s

bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a while,

Gordon. I didn’t mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he

this, Mark

gloomy mood suddenly turned

to look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you

walking away and retorted, “Did I

You

his arm and shook it

down at Cecilia’s

notice this. She just held him and

deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was “boring”. Perhaps Flora wasn’t actually boring, but that Mark had found someone

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

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

It turned out that there was a party

few pleasantries, Mark

spoke into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing

to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass

other end of the line said

scratched his nose and shook his head wryly. “Fine,

Mark hung up

would arrange 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 just kept

expected, when Mark dropped the phone, he

party with me,

a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of

lit up and she

returning to the hotel,

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

any woman would

Lotus sports car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club.

Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been

manager dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said

in a reserved

closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit

that he came here to

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 table,

Mark took his time, smoking

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

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

slowly puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly, “A

rolled his eyes. Obviously, he

these men brought were

Mark to subtly

talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said,

family; that is, Waylen Fowler’s

men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark bring her

Cecilia’s head dotingly and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She wants to expand her horizons, so I brought her

man to

woman strutted over. She was very young, probably

leaned against

know the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them sweetly.

woman burst into

the room followed suit,

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

dinner was lively, and nobody

Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep

had the highest

little information about this new energy, he could alleviate the

also needed their help

the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him,

dared to propose

something deeper was going on, but when Mark said that Cecilia was

washing his hands when Cecilia

seem to be a little scared of

turned off the

took out a

filled

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

lonely at the

showed him respect. But if he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed down and unable to bounce back, leading to a miserable

as simple and

at Cecilia, regretting having

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

door to the cubicle shook

moans and the man’s satisfied panting filled the

Cecilia was stunned.

that the man and the woman were definitely not a couple. If they were a couple, they wouldn’t be so eager to

how young those woman in

sudden, she felt

brought their lovers here, so

Mark with

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

kicked Mark on the

had thought that Mark was an