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?”

seems to be the work of another

someone was. Who else but that individual possessed such power and held

Cecilia’s

Mark have something

against Harold

felt a strong urge

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

the top floor of the hotel, she rang the

was no response for

the hotel manager passed by,

informed her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

couldn’t believe her

is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout

nodded quietly, not knowing how

hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t

indicating that he didn’t take her

a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia

months had passed, and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting

passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its

theater actress, was featured in three splendid scenes

illness befell Juliette all of a sudden, leading her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with

boredom,

to

relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and

in the northern expanse,

Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by her

the only one

Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an

her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant,

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

gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but it seems inevitable that you must

off her costume and asked curiously, “Which person do I

attend, so she has come to request your

paused, contemplating the

next moment, a wide grin spread across her face, and she exclaimed, “Miss

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

the curtain and entered the

a refined

Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their way

evident from the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden

same Mr. Evans she

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 admiration solely for Miss Holt, refraining

the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to escape

room door, the assistant ushered them in with

with a gentle push, revealing

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

pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement.

air of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for doubt

seemed to lock in place as

kissed

appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they

was Cecilia taken aback but

Rena’s presence, he

was reluctant to respond to

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

who had arrived just in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst to thaw the

the scene, he,

confidant who had accompanied Mark for many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena

only play along and

boat with Rena, also sensed that something was amiss.

a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that nice restaurant nearby?

a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the

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

lingered in

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

Fowler.”

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

her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough

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

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

continued to handle the situation until, finally, they

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

remained

Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her

as she looked at the

Mark comforted, “Eat more and you’ll grow

gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to

doubts about the

She’d

no longer

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

her and tears streamed down

a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had

could she accept

intense feelings of resentment

gently, only to be softly

face turning

entered and closed the door behind him. With teary

inquired with a

back at

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

was nothing but a

she turned around, her

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

with pique, carrying the weight of

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

a genial smile, he