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?”

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

was. Who else but that individual possessed such power and held a grudge against

to them, Cecilia’s heart raced

Mark have something to do

action against

strong

yet decided what to say when they met but

of the

no response for quite

manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia

her, “Mr. Evans has

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. You can try contacting him the

not knowing how she managed to

a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to

perhaps indicating that he didn’t

like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it was best tolet

of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy

passionate soul, held a profound admiration for

actress, was featured in three splendid scenes this

a sudden, leading her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she

boredom, precisely at that opportune

Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in

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

the northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an

Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with

only one who stifled a yawn,

not been for her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an

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

it challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected to be made today

gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other

curiously, “Which person do I have to

so she has come to request your autograph on behalf

paused, contemplating the

a wide grin spread across her face,

Kindly invite Miss Fowler to

drew back the

refined masculine voice

assistant, Cecilia and her

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

Mr. Evans…

a sudden

same Mr. Evans she

Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that

absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge

them in with a cheerful remark,

swung open with a gentle push, revealing

mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and

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 brushing

indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for doubt about

seemed to lock in place as she

kissed her

appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of

only was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also

Rena’s presence, he called out,

she was reluctant to

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

nick of time, acted

he, too, was taken

confidant who had accompanied Mark for many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss

play along and greet Mark in

who shared the same boat with Rena, also sensed that

coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors.

spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in

“Thank you, but I have a

tension lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

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

Peter, her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t

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

“As long as you are by

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

handle the situation until, finally, they settled into a private room at the

cared for Rena, as she aspired

remained

attempted to shift her attention to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at

comforted, “Eat more and you’ll

snuggled up to him, her eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat

seemed to hold no doubts about the relationship

remained a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia

no longer bear

walked to the bathroom, and once inside, she turned on the tap, splashing

overwhelmed her and tears streamed down her

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 over

she

feelings of resentment

opened gently, only to

cry, her face turning pale and

Mark had entered and closed the door behind

inquired with a

back at

Flora. While he didn’t cross any

nothing but a

around, her eyes red

be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me

resonated with pique, carrying

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

he said,