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?”

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

nodded, knowing exactly who that someone was. Who else but that individual possessed

Cecilia’s heart raced with

something to do with

take action against

Cecilia felt a strong urge

where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what

at the top floor of the hotel, she rang

there was no response for

hotel manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as

“Mr.

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t

reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can

how

she clutched her phone, hesitating for a

left without a word, perhaps indicating

man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it was

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

a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating her

theater actress, was featured in three splendid

a sudden, leading her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of sending flowers to Flora

boredom, precisely

the afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to

between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join them

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

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

the ovation, Cecilia was the only one

been for her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed

countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t

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

quandary, the assistant gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting

curiously, “Which person do I have to

Fowler. Her mother is unwell and couldn’t attend, so she

paused, contemplating the

a wide grin spread across her

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

that, she drew back the curtain and entered the inner

a refined masculine

by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her companions made

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

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt through

be the same Mr. Evans

noting Cecilia’s curiosity, smiled and shared, “Mr. Evans is an old friend of Miss Holt’s. Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed status and reserves his admiration

a sudden urge to escape seizing

door, the assistant ushered them in

a gentle push,

mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to a work of

affectionately against a man 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 phoenix, tenderly

them, leaving no room for doubt about their

in place as she never anticipated stumbling

kissed

that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora

was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also

he

and she was reluctant to respond

hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which her uncle addressed

just in the nick of time, acted

the scene, he, too, was

ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been

could only play along and greet

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

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

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

you, but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t

intricate tension lingered in the

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

Fowler.”

his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall you

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

a smile, “Don’t you have enough people

with his and softly uttered, “As long

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

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

aspired to

Rena remained indifferent

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

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at

“Eat more and you’ll grow

up to him, her eyes filled with gentle affection,

doubts about the relationship between Mark and

her mind, Cecilia remained a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer to Mark as

no

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

and tears streamed

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

she

of resentment were

bathroom door opened gently, only to be

to cry, her face turning pale and her nose

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

you angry?” Mark inquired with

stared back at

he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross

was nothing but a

turned around, her

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

pique, carrying the

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

he