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?”

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

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

them, Cecilia’s heart raced with

something

truly take action against Harold because

Cecilia felt a strong urge to

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

floor of the hotel, she

response for quite

manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia

her, “Mr. Evans

He’d left…

couldn’t believe

Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can try contacting him the next time

quietly, not knowing how she managed to leave

for a long while. Ultimately, she

perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her seriously at

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

the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was

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

Holt, her favorite theater actress, was featured in three splendid scenes this

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

herself overcome with boredom, precisely at that opportune

implored Rena to

witnessed a significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera

situated in the northern expanse, stood

Butterfly, leaving

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

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

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an air of

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

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

can avoid

took off her costume and asked curiously, “Which

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

contemplating

wide grin spread across her

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

she drew back the curtain and entered

a refined masculine

Cecilia and her companions made

multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority

Mr. Evans…

a sudden

be the same Mr.

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 solely for Miss

the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to escape

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

gentle push, revealing a tableau that took

charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to a work

exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement.

enveloped them, leaving no room for

lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon such

had kissed her

he was enamored by the stunning allure

taken aback but Mark

Rena’s presence, he called

was reluctant to

between Mark and Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with

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

witnessing the scene, he, too,

Mark for many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here

along and greet Mark

Rena, also sensed

Evans’ juniors.

a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the

invitation. “Thank you, but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t

tension lingered in the

“A headache? I’ll get

Fowler.”

leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I

of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that

have enough

uttered, “As long as you are by my side, I will be

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they settled into a private room at the

as she aspired to be a part of

remained

Cecilia and served a piece of

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked

comforted, “Eat

with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat

to hold no doubts about the relationship between Mark

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

no longer bear

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

overwhelmed her and tears

left without a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But

could she

most intense feelings of resentment

bathroom door opened gently, only to

continued to cry, her face turning pale and her nose

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

inquired with a gentle, affectionate

stared back at

couldn’t forget the glint of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the time, it was

was nothing but a

around, her eyes red with

begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me anyway? You can find a woman with a good

words resonated with pique, carrying the weight of

to be with her, he still sought

smile, he said, “We’re just