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.”

Audi pulled

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

and a bunch of lilies

a

still despite the fact that he was sweating bullets under his white

an umbrella over Mark and

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

never seen a man

but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she

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

Cecilia realized how

tall, and she stood up to Mark’s ear. That should

photo on

the photo, Reina was still young. She

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

told her, “Say

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

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 of

this, Mark couldn’t

mood

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

started walking away and retorted, “Did I say

did. You can’t

She grabbed onto his arm and shook

Looked down

failed to notice this. She just held

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

in the backseat, Cecilia talked

rare to see Mr. Evans

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

pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced at

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

still ask me to

the other end of the

and shook

after, Mark hung up

be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since

dropped the phone, he looked

party with me,

friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly,

eyes lit up and she readily

returning to the hotel, Mark

and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his

and any woman would swoon over

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

family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been

to stare at Mark. He led them into the private

nodded in a

slowly closed behind them.

seemed that he came here to

meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and

Mark took his time, smoking his

table came over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard

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

smoke ring

man rolled his eyes.

all, all the women these men brought were their

Mark to subtly inquire about

Cecilia a little flirtatiously.

the Fowler family; that is, Waylen

men

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

would Mark bring her

dotingly and explained, “Quit

to

strutted over. She was very young, probably

against Charlie’s

the truth about their relationship, so she greeted them

the woman

room followed suit,

wondered where Mark found such an innocent girl. The women were laughing on the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were as simple and

dinner was lively, and nobody held

to maintain their connections. Most of them were prestigious figures, so they had to keep up a

them, Mark had the

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

needed their help

wanted to make a connection with Waylen and the Fowler family, so he approached Cecilia for a toast. However, Mark stopped him,

dared to propose a

went 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 Cecilia was his

his hands

all seem to be a little scared of

turned off the golden

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

filled the

old classmates and they all had connections, they all undoubtedly wanted to ride on

lonely at the

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

girl was as simple

regretting having brought her

noise emanated from the stall in the washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened emotions, they

the cubicle shook

the man’s

Cecilia was stunned.

she was, she could tell that the man and the 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 party,

thought about how young those woman in

of a sudden,

their lovers here, so why did Mark bring

at Mark with tearful

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

kicked Mark on

Mark was