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?”

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

someone was. Who else but that individual possessed such

Cecilia’s

have something to

action against Harold because of his

strong urge to see

decided what to say when they met but she simply

at the top floor of the

was no response for quite

manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as Mark’s

her, “Mr. Evans

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t

Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can

quietly, not knowing how she managed to leave

her phone, hesitating for a

a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her seriously

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

the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting Mark

a profound admiration

favorite theater actress, was featured in three splendid scenes this

offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of sending flowers to

herself overcome with boredom, precisely

earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her

between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join

Garden, situated in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an opera

Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving

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

Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an air

earrings, she

somewhat led to her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an

you can avoid meeting other fans but

asked curiously, “Which person do I have to

so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of

contemplating

moment, a wide grin spread across her face, and she

devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss

she drew back the curtain and

a refined masculine voice

Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and

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

Mr. Evans…

sudden

this be the same Mr. Evans she was thinking

“Mr. Evans is an old friend of Miss 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

a sudden urge to escape

assistant ushered them

swung open with a gentle push,

with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin

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

indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for

lock in place as she

kissed

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

was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

he called

was reluctant to respond

hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity

arrived just in the nick of time, acted as the

witnessing the scene, he,

tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been talking

only play along and greet Mark

also sensed that

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

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

I have a headache. I’m afraid I

lingered in

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

Fowler.”

a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have

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

have enough people around you who can buy

softly uttered, “As long

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

until, finally, they settled into a private room

she aspired to be a part of the

remained indifferent

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

gaze as she looked at the two pieces of

her displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat more

filled with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need

doubts about the relationship between

junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer

no

bathroom, and once inside, she turned on the tap, splashing water on her

emotions overwhelmed her and tears

a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had

she accept such

feelings of resentment were now directed

opened gently, only

continued to cry, her face turning pale and her

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

you angry?” Mark inquired with a

back at

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

was nothing but

turned around, her

I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me anyway? You can find

words resonated with pique, carrying the weight of hurt and

no desire to be with her, he still sought

he said, “We’re