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

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

them, Cecilia’s heart raced

have something to do

take action against Harold because of

felt a strong

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

the top floor of the hotel, she rang the

response for

manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as

informed her, “Mr. Evans

He’d left…

couldn’t believe her

kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can

how she managed to leave

hesitating for a long while. Ultimately,

indicating that he didn’t take

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

passed, and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the

soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur

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

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

with boredom, precisely at that

afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany

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

northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience

only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed

for her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to comprehend the actress’s ghostly makeup and uncomfortably tight

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an air of

As she removed her earrings,

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

“Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but it seems inevitable that you

curiously, “Which person do I

unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come

paused, contemplating the

wide grin spread across her

invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly

the curtain and entered the inner

a refined masculine

Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their

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

Mr. Evans…

name sent a sudden jolt

Mr. Evans

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

a sudden urge to escape

dressing room door, the assistant ushered them in

gentle push,

her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to a work

man dressed in a crisp 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, tenderly

them, leaving no room for

limbs seemed to lock in place as she

kissed her

this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure

only was Cecilia taken aback but Mark

Rena’s presence, he called

was reluctant

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

of time, acted as the catalyst

scene, he,

tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr.

only play along

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something

Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat

folding

but I have a headache. I’m afraid I

tension lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall you caring for me

of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t

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

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they

aspired to be a part of the Evans

Rena remained

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

as she looked at the

comforted, “Eat

gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat more

about the

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

could no

bathroom, and once inside, she turned on the

overwhelmed her and

a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today, witnessing that

could she accept

feelings of resentment

door opened gently, only to be softly locked

continued to cry, her face turning pale and her

had entered and closed the door behind him.

inquired with a gentle, affectionate

back at

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

nothing

turned around, her eyes

nothing to 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

pique, carrying the weight of hurt and

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

genial smile, he said, “We’re just