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?”

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

else but that individual possessed such power and held a grudge

them, Cecilia’s

something to do with

action against Harold because of his disrespectful

felt a strong urge to

she drove to the hotel where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to

at the top floor of the

was no response for quite some

hotel manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as Mark’s

her, “Mr. Evans has

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe her

suite is reserved by Mr.

quietly, not knowing how she managed to leave the

in her car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long

without a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t

shame for trailing a man almost like a creepy

month of October, Cecilia

a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating her

was

her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of

overcome with boredom, precisely at that

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

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

Laure! Garden, situated in the northern expanse, stood unrivaled

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

was the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by the

it not been for her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an air

earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t receive any fans. Let them come another

her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an

avoid meeting other fans but it seems inevitable that

her costume and asked curiously, “Which person do I have to

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

paused, contemplating

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

performances. Kindly invite

she drew back the curtain

refined masculine voice

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

had indeed become a household 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

Mr. Evans she was

come to support her. It’s known that

Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to

them in with

a gentle push, revealing a tableau that

figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair

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

enveloped them, leaving

place as

had kissed

had never witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the

taken aback but Mark

Rena’s presence, he called

she was reluctant to respond to

much, but

had arrived just in the nick of time,

he, too, was taken

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 has been talking about

play along

also sensed that something was amiss.

a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that nice restaurant nearby? Their food is

folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in

the invitation. “Thank you, but I have

intricate tension lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

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

undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn’t show enough

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

her arm with his and softly uttered, “As

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

to handle the situation until, finally, they settled

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be

remained

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

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the

her displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat more and you’ll grow

her eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes!

seemed to hold no doubts about the relationship

mind, Cecilia remained a junior. She’d

no longer

bathroom, and once inside, she turned on the tap,

overwhelmed her and tears streamed

felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today, witnessing that

could she accept

most intense feelings of resentment

gently, only to be

to cry, her face turning pale

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

Mark inquired with a

stared back at

he was with Flora. While he

was nothing but

around, her eyes red

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

carrying the weight of

still sought to pacify her, not wanting her to delve into his

genial smile, he said,