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?”

a reserved manner, “It seems to be the work of another party. I suspect Harold has offended

who that someone was. Who else but

Cecilia’s heart raced with

Mark have something to

he truly take action against

a strong urge

breakfast, she drove to the hotel where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but she simply longed to be in

of the hotel, she rang

response for quite some

passed by, recognizing Cecilia as

her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t

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

knowing how she managed to

for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t

word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t

shame for trailing a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it

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

profound admiration for opera, its grandeur

favorite theater actress, was featured in three splendid

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

boredom, precisely at that opportune

afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to

times had witnessed a significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join them

northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

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

one who stifled a

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

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

departed with an air of

upon reaching the backstage area, a noticeable transformation came over her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke

found it challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected to be made today for the esteemed Fowler family who came to show their

can avoid

asked curiously, “Which person do I have

Her mother is unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come

paused, contemplating the

wide grin spread across

of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and

back the curtain and

within, a refined masculine voice

guided by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her companions

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

Mr. Evans…

a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

the same Mr. Evans

was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed status

a sudden urge to escape seizing

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

swung open with a gentle push, revealing a

charm with her hair elegantly coiled and

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

enveloped them, leaving no room for doubt about

seemed to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon

had kissed

him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a match made in

taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

presence, he called

and she was reluctant to respond to

that they hadn’t interacted much, but

in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst to thaw the

he,

He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here

along

the same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was amiss. She

“Indeed, what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that nice

unfurled a delicate folding

invitation. “Thank you, but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t join

intricate tension lingered in

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

Fowler.”

to speak up in a coquettish tone.

revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough concern for

a smile, “Don’t you have enough

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

the situation until, finally, they settled into a private

she aspired to be a part of the Evans

remained

and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two

Mark comforted, “Eat more and

him, her eyes filled with gentle

to hold no doubts about

a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer to Mark as

no

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

and

ago, Mark left without 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, a profound discomfort washed

could she accept

resentment were now directed at

only to

cry, her face turning pale and her

a while, she realized Mark had entered and closed the door behind him. With

Mark inquired

back

when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries

nothing but

around, her eyes red

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

words resonated with pique, carrying the weight of hurt

had no desire to be with her, he still sought to pacify

smile, he