A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Agreeing to his request, Cecilia contemplated that there would likely be minimal interaction between them in the future, considering their imminent familial ties.

The elevator ride was marked by a palpable silence, leaving Peter to sense that something might go awry during dinner.

As Peter pondered the situation, the elevator doors opened on the first floor and, to his surprise, Harold stood there, eyeing Cecilia with disdain.

“So, you ignored my calls and messages because you’ve found yourself a new boyfriend, huh, Cecilia? How old is he? At least 35,! suppose. Can such an old man satisfy your needs?”

Furious tears welled up in Cecilia’s eyes.

Her feelings for Harold had been genuine and she had broken up with him because he cheated on her.

How dare he question her now?

Struggling to find words to refute him, Cecilia felt her anger boiling over.

Before Harold could continue his tirade, Mark nonchalantly struck a match and spoke up.

“Regardless of my age, any woman with me would undoubtedly find satisfaction. But I can’t say the same for you, Mr. Moore. It seems you’ve been too busy with other women totend to your home life. I wonder if you still can perform in the bedroom.”

Harold’s temper flared, and Mark simply straightened his shirt calmly. “By the way, my name is Mark Evans, and I’m Rena’s uncle.”

Harold was dumbfounded.

Mark Evans?

He couldn’t fathom that Rena’s uncle was Mark.

In that moment, Harold’s mind raced, recalling how he had deceived Rena for four years, how he had orchestrated Darren’s imprisonment, and how he had connived to connect with the Fowler family.

Unbeknownst to him, the legendary Mark Evans from Czanch was Rena’s uncle all along.

Harold instantly knew he probably wouldn’t get away with it.

He felt disoriented, his thoughts spiraling.

Concerned for Cecilia’s well-being, Mark insisted she join him in the suite for safety.

Upon entering the room, Mark instructed Peter, “Conduct an investigation into the Moore Group. If there’s anything even just slightly suspicious, have the team look into it tomorrow.”

Having been Mark’s assistant for a considerable time, Peter possessed keen discernment.

Recognizing Mark’s sour mood, Peter deduced it wasn’t solely due to Harold’s provocation.

He sensed it might also be related to Cecilia. Trying to lift the atmosphere, Peter smiled and assured, “Rest assured, I’ll conduct a thorough investigation. I’ll find whatever there is to find.”

Gradually, Mark’s temper subsided.

Unbuttoning his shirt, a moment of recollection crossed his mind, and he mentioned casually, “Arrange for a driver to take her home.”

Peter now understood there must be a conflict between Mark and Cecilia.

He sensed something was amiss and decided to be more considerate towards Cecilia.

While Cecilia had fallen under Mark’s influence, he had also been her savior.

She wasn’t the type to incessantly pester a man. Besides, even she herself wasn’t sure about her feelings for Mark; it was just difficult to explain clearly.

Deciding they shouldn’t meet again, Cecilia couldn’t resist looking back when she left.

Similarly, with a bathrobe in hand, Mark gazed at her with profound eyes.

“Uncle Mark,” she uttered softly, her eyes slightly teary. Cecilia knew someone like Mark wouldn’t fancy a young girl like her.

With a lowered head, she departed with Peter.

Mark gently placed the bathrobe down and sank into the sofa.

During their encounter, he couldn’t take his eyes off Cecilia.

He thought he always preferred a woman who exhibited sensibility, even if she was a tad artificial, as long as she wasn’t intrusive and could respond to others’ cues.

Cecilia was definitely not his type, but… Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been with a woman for a long time…

Just as he was wallowing in a perturbed mood, his phone rang, with his mother on the line from Czanch.

Zoey was worried.

Mark had found Rena, so why hadn’t he brought her home yet?

After offering reassurance to Zoey, Mark smiled and said, “Rena is on a business trip in Heron. Once she’s done, she’ll come to Czanch to see you.”

Zoey brought up the topic of Mark’s marriage once more.

With an awkward smile, Mark replied, “Mom, marriage is a matter of fate. Do you want me to marry just anyone and bicker with you every day?”

Zoey snorted, “Don’t try to fool me. I know you too well.”

Peter returned during the conversation and overheard Zoey’s remarks.

After ending the call, Mark inquired, “Has she been safely sent back?”

Peter nodded in understanding. After a brief moment of contemplation, he suggested, “If you truly have feelings for her, why not consider it? There isn’t a significant age difference between you two, and she’s both attractive and innocent.”

Mark’s mind drifted away, replaying the memory of their kiss in the club’s bathroom, evoking a sense of pleasure.

After a while, he snapped back to reality, a bitter smile forming on his lips. “We’re not compatible. Her brother is with my niece. No, and she’s too pure. I don’t think she should get involved with me.”

With those words, Mark took the bathrobe and headed for a shower.

The following day, Cecilia descended the stairs at a leisurely pace.

Voices of conversation drifted from the living room, revealing Korbyn and Waylen engrossed in a discussion.

Korbyn, sipping his tea, said with cunning insight, “I heard the tax bureau is targeting Harold again. The whole investigation team paid him an early morning visit. It looks like he’s in for some tough times.”

Clearing his throat, Korbyn inquired, “Waylen, was that your doing?”

replied in a reserved manner, “It seems to be the work of another party. I suspect Harold has

exactly who that someone was. Who else but that

to them, Cecilia’s heart

something to do

take action against Harold because of his

felt a strong urge to see

to the hotel where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but she simply longed to

of

was no response for

the hotel manager passed by,

her, “Mr. Evans has

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe

manager kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can try contacting him the

quietly, not knowing how she managed

her car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she

without a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her

almost like a creepy

months had passed, and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting Mark

passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating her

favorite theater actress, was featured in three

ticket to Cecilia. Along with

boredom,

she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her,

a significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia,

Laure! Garden, situated in the northern expanse, stood

particular day, the remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by her exceptional beauty

amidst the ovation, Cecilia was the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by the

might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an air of

her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant,

from a prestigious opera lineage, which somewhat led to her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception

avoid

asked curiously, “Which person

and couldn’t attend, so she

paused, contemplating

next moment, a wide grin spread across

of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an

that, she drew back the curtain and entered the inner

a refined masculine voice

Cecilia and her companions made their way

the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long

Mr. Evans…

name sent a sudden

this be the same Mr.

Holt’s. Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed status and reserves his admiration solely for Miss Holt, refraining from endorsing any other

Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden

the assistant ushered them in with a cheerful remark, “Miss Fowler

door swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau

figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to

white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he held a golden hairpin embellished with a phoenix,

them, leaving no room for

place as

had kissed

witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and,

taken aback but Mark also

presence, he called

quivered and she was

and Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore

just in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst to thaw the frozen

he,

accompanied Mark for many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been talking about you lately and wishes to

could only play along and greet Mark

shared the same boat with Rena, also sensed that something

coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that

she spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the

I have

tension lingered

saying, “A headache?

Fowler.”

was piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter,

carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough

have enough people around you who can

arm with his and softly uttered, “As long as you are

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

the situation until, finally, they settled into a private room at

she aspired

Rena remained indifferent

to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two pieces of

her displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat more and you’ll grow

her eyes filled with gentle affection,

doubts about the relationship

a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer to

no longer

once inside, she turned on the tap, splashing water on

emotions overwhelmed her and tears streamed down her

without a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today, witnessing that scene, a profound

could she accept such

resentment were now directed at

only to be

cry, her face turning pale and her

entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she met his gaze in the

inquired with

stared back at

of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the

was nothing

her eyes

with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’

carrying the weight

he still sought to pacify her, not wanting her to delve into his

genial smile, he said,