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

knowing exactly who that someone was. Who else but

Cecilia’s heart raced with

have something to

he truly take action against Harold because of his

strong urge

decided

top floor of the hotel, she rang

there was no response for quite

manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia

informed her, “Mr.

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe her

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

not knowing how she managed

car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to dial

a word, perhaps indicating

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

had passed, and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy of meeting Mark once

profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating her

theater actress, was featured

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

boredom, precisely

the afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany

times had witnessed a significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep

northern

stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering

was the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by

request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

Flora departed with

over her countenance. As she removed her earrings,

from a prestigious opera lineage, which somewhat 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

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

her costume and asked curiously,

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

paused, contemplating the

moment, a wide grin spread

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

she drew back the curtain and entered the inner

refined masculine

guided by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and

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

Mr. Evans…

sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

be the same Mr. Evans

come to support her. It’s known that Mr.

unfolding scene, a sudden urge

dressing room door, the assistant ushered them in with a

gentle push, revealing a tableau that took

her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features

white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he held a golden hairpin embellished with a

indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room

place as

kissed

enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a

aback but

presence, he called

and she was reluctant to

interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore

nick of time, acted as the catalyst to thaw

witnessing the scene, he, too,

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!

could only play along

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was amiss. She interjected, “What a

smile, chimed in, “Indeed, what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How

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

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

tension lingered

“A headache? I’ll get you some medicine then,

Fowler.”

up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t

words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her

enough people

softly uttered, “As long as you are by my side,

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they settled into a private room

aspired to be a part of the Evans

remained

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

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at

comforted, “Eat

gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat more to

seemed to hold no doubts about

remained a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer

no longer

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

her and

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

she accept such

intense feelings of resentment were

bathroom door opened gently, only to be softly locked

face

had entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she met his gaze

inquired with a gentle,

back

he was with Flora. While he

nothing but

her

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 a

pique, carrying the

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

genial smile, he said, “We’re