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?”

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

knowing exactly who that someone was. Who else but that

Cecilia’s heart raced

something to do

he truly take action against Harold because of

a strong urge to

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

of the hotel, she rang

no response for

passed by, recognizing Cecilia as

her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

couldn’t

suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You

how she

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

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

a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded

of October, Cecilia was finally

admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating

was featured

of a sudden, leading her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of sending flowers to

herself overcome with boredom, precisely at

the afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her

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

in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled

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

one who stifled

to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an air

area, a noticeable transformation came over her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying,

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

in a quandary, the assistant gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but it

curiously, “Which

she

paused, contemplating

spread across her face, and she exclaimed,

invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an autograph

the curtain and

a refined

guided by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her companions

cards

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

this be the same Mr. Evans she

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 from endorsing

unfolding scene, a

dressing room door, the assistant ushered them

door swung open with a gentle push,

dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair

man dressed in a crisp white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his

them, leaving no room for doubt about their

limbs seemed to lock in place as

kissed her

by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a

was Cecilia taken aback but Mark

presence, he called out,

lips quivered and she was reluctant to

much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which her uncle addressed Cecilia just

nick of time, acted as

the scene, he,

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

play along and greet

the same boat with Rena, also sensed

juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at

a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the

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

tension lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall

revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough

have enough people around you who

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they settled into a

cared for Rena, as she aspired

Rena remained

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

gaze as she looked at

displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat more and

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

seemed to hold no doubts about the relationship

a junior. She’d even

could no longer bear

inside, she turned on the tap, splashing

overwhelmed her and tears streamed down

without a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew

she accept

feelings of resentment were now

bathroom door opened gently, only to be

her face turning

the door behind him.

inquired

stared back

attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While

nothing but a

she turned around, her eyes red

Why would anyone like a ‘kid’

with pique, carrying the

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

smile, he said,