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?”

manner, “It seems to be the work of another party. I suspect

was. Who else but that individual possessed such power and held a grudge

Cecilia’s heart

have something to

action against

a strong urge to

She hadn’t yet decided what to say when

at the top floor of the

no response

the hotel manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as

informed her, “Mr. Evans

He’d left…

couldn’t believe her

expression, the manager kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr.

nodded quietly, not knowing how she managed to leave

clutched her phone, hesitating for a

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

for trailing a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it was best tolet

passed, and in the enchanting month of October,

a profound admiration for

was featured in three splendid scenes this

all of a sudden, leading her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia

boredom, precisely at that opportune

earnestly implored Rena to accompany her,

relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for

in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by her exceptional

one who stifled a

her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with

removed her earrings, she spoke

prestigious opera lineage, which somewhat led to her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected to be made today for the esteemed Fowler family who came to show

avoid meeting other fans but it seems inevitable that you must

her costume and asked curiously, “Which person do

couldn’t attend, so she has come to request

paused, contemplating the

grin spread across

delightful! Mrs. Fowler has always been a devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler

drew back the curtain and entered the

within, a refined masculine

Cecilia and her companions made their

indeed become a household name, evident from the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority being from a Mr. Evans, a staggering total

Mr. Evans…

sudden jolt through

Mr.

is an old friend of Miss Holt’s. Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support

the unfolding scene, a

them in with a cheerful

open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau that took Cecilia’s breath

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

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

leaving

to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling

kissed

It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and,

taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

he

she was reluctant to respond to

that they hadn’t interacted much, but

nick of time, acted as the

witnessing the scene, he, too, was

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

could only play along and greet Mark

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something

Evans’ juniors. How about I treat

delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the

but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t join

intricate tension lingered

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

Fowler.”

was piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall you caring

carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that

a smile, “Don’t you have enough people around you who can buy you

softly uttered, “As long as you are by

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they settled into a private room at

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be

remained indifferent

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

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked

comforted, “Eat more and you’ll grow

eyes filled with gentle

about

mind, Cecilia remained a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia

no

once inside,

her and tears streamed down

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 discomfort

she

resentment

only to

continued to cry, her face turning

had entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes,

angry?” Mark inquired with a

stared back

eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross

nothing

turned around, her eyes red with

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

resonated with pique, carrying the weight of hurt and

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

he said, “We’re just