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 another party.

someone was. Who else but that individual possessed

Cecilia’s heart

have something to

against Harold because of his

felt a strong urge

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 his

of the hotel, she

was no response for quite some

hotel manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as Mark’s

her, “Mr.

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t believe

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

knowing how

hesitating for a long while.

had left without a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her seriously at

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

of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting Mark once

a passionate soul, held a profound admiration for

actress, was

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

boredom, precisely at

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

between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held

Laure! Garden, situated in the northern

day, the remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized by her exceptional beauty

only one who stifled a

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

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

departed

her earrings, she spoke to her

which somewhat led to her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected to

assistant gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but it seems inevitable

and asked curiously,

she

paused, contemplating the

next moment, a wide grin spread across her

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

that, she drew back the curtain and

a refined masculine voice

guided by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their way

flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority being

Mr. Evans…

name sent a sudden jolt

Mr. Evans she was

undoubtedly come to support

absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge

room door, the assistant ushered them in with a cheerful remark,

with a gentle push,

figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to

an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he held a golden hairpin embellished with a phoenix,

leaving no room

limbs seemed to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling

kissed

he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a match made

only was Cecilia taken aback but

Rena’s presence, he called

was reluctant to respond

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

nick of time, acted as the catalyst

the scene, he, too, was taken

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 has been talking about you lately

could only play along and greet

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

Evans’ juniors.

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

but I have a headache. I’m

lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have

directed at Peter, her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough concern for

have enough people around you who can

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they settled into a

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be a part of the

remained indifferent

a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to her surprise,

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two

“Eat more and you’ll

gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to

to hold no doubts about the relationship

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

no

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

and tears streamed down her

months 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

she accept such

resentment were now directed

door opened gently, only

cry, her face

realized Mark had entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she met

you angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle, affectionate

stared back

the glint of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the time,

was nothing but

her eyes red

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

pique, carrying the

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

smile, he said,