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

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

them, Cecilia’s heart raced with

something to do

truly take action against Harold because of his

a strong urge to

staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met

floor of the hotel, she

was no response

manager passed by,

her, “Mr. Evans

He’d left…

couldn’t

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

nodded quietly, not knowing how she managed

clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself

perhaps indicating

a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that

in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally

a profound admiration for opera,

actress, was featured in three splendid scenes this

ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of sending flowers to Flora and securing an

with boredom, precisely at that opportune

the afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her,

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

in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with

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

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

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an air of

noticeable transformation came over her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t receive any fans.

challenging to encounter her

gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans

curiously, “Which

Fowler. Her mother is unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of

contemplating the

a wide grin spread across her face, and

patron of my performances. Kindly invite

she drew back the curtain and entered

refined masculine

assistant, Cecilia and her

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

Mr. Evans…

name sent a sudden

same Mr. Evans she was

Holt’s. Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans

the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to

door, the assistant ushered them in

swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau

charm with her hair elegantly coiled

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

of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for

in place as she never anticipated

had kissed

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

was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

presence, he called

lips quivered and she was

Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which her uncle addressed

had arrived just in the nick of time, acted

scene, he, too,

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

could only play along and

also sensed that something was amiss. She interjected, “What a

Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about

folding fan, a sweet fragrance

but I

lingered in

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

Fowler.”

speak up in a coquettish tone.

Peter, her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her

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

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

until, finally, they settled into a private room

aspired to be a part of the Evans

remained

and served a piece of spareribs into her plate,

looked at the

“Eat more

up to him, her eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids

seemed to hold no doubts about

junior. She’d even heard

could no

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

her and

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 washed over

could she accept such

feelings of resentment were now directed at

gently, only to

her face turning pale and

had entered and closed the door behind him.

inquired with a gentle, affectionate

back

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

was nothing

her eyes red

have nothing to do with you to begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me anyway? You can find a

carrying the

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

smile, he