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?”

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

else but that individual possessed such power and held a grudge against

them, Cecilia’s heart

something to do with

take action against Harold because of

Cecilia felt a strong

hadn’t yet decided what to say

floor of the hotel, she rang the

there was no response for

by, recognizing

her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe her

the manager kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can try contacting him the next time

nodded quietly, not knowing how she managed to

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

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

for trailing a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that

had passed, and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia

a passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera,

actress, was featured in three splendid scenes

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

boredom, precisely

the afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her,

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

famed Laure! Garden, situated in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by

Cecilia was the only one who

into

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an

her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t receive any

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

assistant gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans

costume and asked curiously, “Which person do

attend, so she has come to request your autograph

paused, contemplating the

grin spread across her face, and

been a devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an autograph for

back the curtain and entered

a refined masculine

Cecilia and her companions made their

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

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt

this be the same Mr. Evans she was

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

a sudden urge

assistant ushered them in

push, revealing a

charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin

against a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and

romance enveloped them, leaving no

limbs seemed to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon such

had kissed

had never witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of

aback

Rena’s presence, he

lips quivered and she was reluctant to respond to

Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the

of time, acted as the

witnessing the scene, he, too,

knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena,

could only play along and

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was amiss.

what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about

delicate folding fan,

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

intricate tension lingered

situation, saying, “A

Fowler.”

by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have

revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough concern for

“Don’t you have enough people around

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

handle the situation until, finally, they

for Rena, as she aspired to be a part

Rena remained indifferent

Flora attempted to shift her attention to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to her surprise,

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two pieces of

her displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat

with gentle

hold no doubts about the relationship

remained a junior. She’d

no

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

her and tears streamed

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

she accept such

intense feelings of resentment

bathroom door opened gently, only

face

a while, she realized Mark had entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she

Mark inquired

stared back at

glint of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While

was nothing but

around, her eyes red with

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 woman with a

resonated with pique, carrying the weight

her, he still sought to pacify her, not wanting her to

genial smile, he said,