A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1141-1150
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 another party. I suspect Harold has
exactly who that someone was. Who else but that
to them, Cecilia’s heart
something to do
take action against Harold because of his
felt a strong urge to see
to the hotel where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but she simply longed to
of
was no response for
the hotel manager passed by,
her, “Mr. Evans has
He’d left…
stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe
manager kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can try contacting him the
quietly, not knowing how she managed
her car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she
without a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her
almost like a creepy
months had passed, and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting Mark
passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating her
favorite theater actress, was featured in three
ticket to Cecilia. Along with
boredom,
she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her,
a significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia,
Laure! Garden, situated in the northern expanse, stood
particular day, the remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by her exceptional beauty
amidst the ovation, Cecilia was the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by the
might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She
Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?
scene concluded, Flora departed with an air of
her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant,
from a prestigious opera lineage, which somewhat led to her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception
avoid
asked curiously, “Which person
and couldn’t attend, so she
paused, contemplating
next moment, a wide grin spread across
of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an
that, she drew back the curtain and entered the inner
a refined masculine voice
Cecilia and her companions made their way
the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long
Mr. Evans…
name sent a sudden
this be the same Mr.
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 Holt, refraining from endorsing any other
Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden
the assistant ushered them in with a cheerful remark, “Miss Fowler
door swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau
figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to
white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he held a golden hairpin embellished with a phoenix,
them, leaving no room for
place as
had kissed
witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and,
taken aback but Mark also
presence, he called
quivered and she was
and Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore
just in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst to thaw the frozen
he,
accompanied Mark for many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been talking about you lately and wishes to
could only play along and greet Mark
shared the same boat with Rena, also sensed that something
coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that
she spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the
I have
tension lingered
saying, “A headache?
Fowler.”
was piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter,
carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough
have enough people around you who can
arm with his and softly uttered, “As long as you are
Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.
the situation until, finally, they settled into a private room at
she aspired
Rena remained indifferent
to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to
Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two pieces of
her displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat more and you’ll grow
her eyes filled with gentle affection,
doubts about the relationship
a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer to
no longer
once inside, she turned on the tap, splashing water on
emotions overwhelmed her and tears streamed down her
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
could she accept such
resentment were now directed at
only to be
cry, her face turning pale and her
entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she met his gaze in the
inquired with
stared back at
of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the
was nothing
her eyes
with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’
carrying the weight
he still sought to pacify her, not wanting her to delve into his
genial smile, he said,
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