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

Darren. Mark was deeply grateful to Darren, who not only took Reina in and took

and a bunch of lilies for

a

that he was sweating bullets under

over Mark and accompanied him

followed them all the way, but she made sure that she wasn’t seen. A little tired of

had never seen a

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

Mark suddenly asked loudly, “Why

Was he calling her?

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

Mark’s side, Cecilia realized how tall he

5.5 ft tall, and she stood up

photo on the

young. She had a

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 will watch Rena like

to Cecilia and told her, “Say

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

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

to look at Mark and asked under her breath, “Uncle Mark, are you okay now with Rena

away and

you did. You can’t deny

She grabbed onto his

down at Cecilia’s

notice this. She just held him and walked

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

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

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

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

few pleasantries, Mark

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

still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to

other end of the line said

his nose and shook his

hung up

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

Mark dropped the phone, he looked at

the party

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

up

the hotel, Mark changed

top two buttons were left unbuttoned,

and any woman would swoon over

secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that

family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been

at Mark. He led them into the

nodded in a reserved

was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit

that he came here to have a

the recreational ones. At this time, more than

Mark took his time, smoking

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

Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and

puffed out a smoke ring and answered

eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe

After all, all the women these men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn’t married, he

called Mark to subtly

couldn’t help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, “I’m

of the Fowler family; that

men present

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Mark

dotingly and explained, “Quit talking nonsense. She wants to expand her horizons, so

the man to Cecilia. “Cecilia, this is Charlie

woman strutted over. She was very young, probably

leaned against Charlie’s arm

greeted them sweetly. “Nice to meet you,

the woman burst into

the room followed

the surface, but deep down, they were touched. How many people nowadays were as

at the dinner was lively, and nobody held

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

Mark had

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

needed their help with other

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

room sensed that something deeper was going on, but when Mark

was washing his hands when Cecilia inched towards

whispered, “Uncle Mark, they all seem

off the golden

so he took out a cigarette and smoked to sober

filled the small

Cecilia said. She was right. Although these were his old classmates and they all had connections, they all

lonely

he faced a setback someday, he might end up being pushed

this little girl was as simple

Cecilia, regretting having

washroom. It seemed like the occupants were experiencing a mix of misery and delight. Later, perhaps driven by their heightened emotions,

the cubicle

woman’s pleasured 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 have sex in a bathroom cubicle during a dinner party, not to

how young those woman

sudden, she

their lovers here, so why did

at Mark

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

she kicked Mark on the

thought that Mark was