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?”

replied in a reserved manner, “It seems to be the work of

knowing exactly who that someone was. Who else but that individual

them, Cecilia’s heart raced

have something

truly take action against

a strong

hotel where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but she simply longed to be in his

of the hotel, she rang

was no response

by, recognizing Cecilia

her, “Mr.

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t believe her

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

quietly, not knowing how

a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to

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

for trailing a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia

month of October,

held a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur

theater actress, was featured in

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

with boredom, precisely at that opportune

Rena to accompany her, seeking

between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held

northern expanse, stood unrivaled as

Butterfly, leaving the audience

the only one who

might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

departed with

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

challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected to be made today for the esteemed Fowler family

can avoid meeting other fans

asked curiously, “Which person

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

contemplating the

a wide grin spread across her

Fowler has always been a devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and

drew back the

refined masculine

and her

baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority being from a Mr. Evans, a

Mr. Evans…

sudden jolt

Mr. Evans she

and shared, “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

absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden

ushered them in with a cheerful

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

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

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

indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving

limbs seemed to lock in place as

kissed

this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of

only was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also seemed

Rena’s presence, he

quivered and she was

interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which

in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst

he, too,

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

along and

boat with Rena, also sensed that something was amiss. She interjected, “What

what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that

a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in

the invitation. “Thank you, but I have a headache. I’m afraid

lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

was piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish

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

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

and softly uttered, “As long as you are by my

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

handle the situation until, finally, they settled into a private room at

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

Rena remained

of spareribs into her plate, but to her surprise, Mark did the same

as she looked at the two pieces

Mark comforted, “Eat

her eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat more to

hold no doubts about the relationship between Mark

Cecilia remained a junior. She’d even heard

no

and once inside, she turned on the tap, splashing

and tears streamed down

melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today, witnessing that scene,

she

intense feelings of resentment were now directed

door opened gently, only to be softly

her face turning pale

Mark had entered and closed the door

inquired with

stared back at

he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any

was nothing

she turned around, her

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

carrying the weight of hurt and

had no desire to be with her, he still sought

smile, he