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

exactly who that someone was. Who else but that individual

Cecilia’s

something to do with

action against Harold

strong urge to see

where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say

the top floor of the hotel, she rang

was no response for quite

passed by, recognizing Cecilia as

her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t believe her

her crestfallen expression, the manager kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year.

how she managed to leave the

in her car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately,

without a word, perhaps indicating

a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it was best tolet

enchanting month of October,

held a profound admiration for

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

sudden, 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

boredom, precisely at that

afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking

improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for

situated in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by her exceptional beauty and

the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed

procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

Flora departed with an air of

earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today,

hailed 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

you can avoid meeting other

asked curiously, “Which

unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come to request your

paused, contemplating

wide grin spread across her face, and she

delightful! Mrs. Fowler has always been a devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an autograph

drew back the curtain and entered

refined masculine

Cecilia and her companions made their way

household name, evident from the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the

Mr. Evans…

a sudden

same Mr. Evans she was thinking

Holt’s. Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s

scene, a sudden urge to

them in with a

gentle push, revealing a tableau that took Cecilia’s

a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and

of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he held a golden

air of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for

as she never

had kissed her

never witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like

Cecilia taken aback but Mark

Rena’s presence, he called out,

and she was reluctant to respond to

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

had arrived just in the nick of time, acted as the

scene, he,

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

only play along and

Rena, also sensed

a smile, chimed in, “Indeed, what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors.

delicate folding

but I have a headache. I’m afraid

tension lingered in the

tried to ease the situation, saying, “A headache? I’ll get you some medicine

Fowler.”

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

undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough concern for

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

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

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

remained indifferent

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

looked at the two

Mark comforted, “Eat more

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

to hold no doubts about

her mind, Cecilia remained a junior. She’d even heard

no longer bear

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

her and tears streamed down

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

she

intense feelings of resentment were

bathroom door opened gently, only to be softly locked

to cry, her face turning pale and her nose

Mark had entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she met his

Mark inquired with

back at

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

nothing

around, her eyes

with you to begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me anyway? You

pique, carrying the

had no desire to be with her, he still sought to pacify her, not wanting her to delve into

he said, “We’re just