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?”

well aware of the situation, replied in a reserved manner, “It seems to be the work of another party. I suspect

else but that

to them, Cecilia’s heart raced

Mark have something to do with

action against Harold because of his disrespectful

strong urge

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

top floor of the hotel, she rang the

no response for quite

hotel manager passed by,

her, “Mr.

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t believe

expression, the manager kindly suggested, “This suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can try contacting him the next

quietly, not knowing how she managed

in her car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t

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

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

of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting

passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating

theater actress, was

of a 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

overcome with boredom, precisely at

Rena to

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

Garden, situated in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as

this particular day, the remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the

amidst the ovation, Cecilia was the only one who stifled a yawn,

autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an air of

area, a noticeable transformation came over her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t receive any

air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected to be made today for the esteemed

“Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but

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

unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of Mrs.

contemplating

moment, a wide grin spread across her face, and she

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

back the

a refined masculine

and her companions made

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

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

the same Mr.

“Mr. Evans 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 from endorsing any

a

dressing room door, the assistant ushered them in with a cheerful remark, “Miss Fowler

push, revealing a tableau that took Cecilia’s breath

charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to a work of

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

leaving no room for doubt

to lock in place as she never

kissed her

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

taken aback but Mark also seemed

he called

was reluctant to respond to

Mark and Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which her uncle addressed

in the nick of time,

witnessing the scene, he,

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

along and

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was

what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors.

spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan,

you, but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t

lingered in the

“A headache? I’ll get you

Fowler.”

piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone.

an undertone of discontent, revealing her

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

his and softly uttered, “As long as you

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

continued to handle the situation until, finally, they settled into

she aspired

remained

a piece of spareribs into her plate, but

as she looked at

Mark comforted, “Eat more and you’ll

eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes!

to hold no doubts about the

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

could no longer bear

bathroom, and once inside, she

emotions overwhelmed her and tears streamed down

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,

could she accept such

feelings of resentment

door opened gently, only to be softly locked

cry, her face turning pale and her

realized Mark had entered and closed the door behind

you angry?” Mark inquired

stared back at

eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross

was nothing but

around, her eyes red

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

words resonated with pique, carrying the weight of hurt and

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

a genial smile, he said,