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?”

seems to be the work of another party. I suspect Harold

nodded, knowing exactly who that someone was. Who else but that individual possessed such power and held a

to them, Cecilia’s

have something to

truly take action against Harold because of

strong urge to

decided what to say when they met but she simply longed to be in

top floor of the hotel, she rang the

no response

by, recognizing Cecilia as

informed her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

couldn’t

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

quietly, not knowing how she managed to leave

phone, hesitating for a long while.

perhaps indicating that he didn’t

like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it

of October, Cecilia was

profound admiration

favorite theater actress, was

her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the

with boredom, precisely at that opportune

afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her friend’s

in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join them on

situated in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as

as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience

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

into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to comprehend the actress’s ghostly makeup and uncomfortably

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an

she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t receive any fans. Let

Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but

the assistant gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but

costume and asked curiously,

attend, so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of

paused, contemplating the

the next moment, a wide grin spread across

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

she drew back the curtain

a refined

and

cards lining the long

Mr. Evans…

sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

same Mr.

was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known

the unfolding scene, a sudden

ushered them in with a cheerful remark, “Miss Fowler

swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau that

figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled

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, tenderly brushing Flora’s raven-black

romance enveloped them, leaving no room for

to lock in place as

kissed

It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a match made

Cecilia taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

presence, he called out,

quivered and she was reluctant to respond to

but

time, acted as the catalyst to thaw the frozen

the scene, he, too,

knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been talking about you lately and

could only play along and greet

the same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was amiss.

a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat

folding fan, a

declined the invitation. “Thank you, but I

lingered

to ease the situation, saying, “A headache? I’ll get

Fowler.”

speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t

carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner

enough

Flora linked her arm with his and softly uttered, “As long as you are by my side, I will be

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

continued to handle the situation until, finally, they settled into a

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be a part of the

Rena remained

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

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the

her displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat

filled with gentle

no doubts about the relationship between Mark and

remained a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer to Mark as

could no

she swiftly walked to the bathroom, and once inside, she turned on

her and

though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry.

could she accept such

resentment were now directed

bathroom door opened gently, only to be softly

continued to cry, her face turning pale

door behind him. With

you angry?” Mark inquired with a

back

with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the time, it was evident that he was

nothing

around, her eyes

Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like

words resonated with pique, carrying the weight

no desire to be with her, he still sought to pacify her,

smile, he