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

exactly who that someone was. Who else but

to them, Cecilia’s

have something to

he truly take 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 say when they met but she simply longed to

of

there was no response

passed by, recognizing Cecilia

“Mr.

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe her

suite is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You can try contacting him

how she managed to

hesitating for a

word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t

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

enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally

soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its

actress, was featured in three

her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it,

with boredom,

earnestly implored 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

Garden, situated in the northern expanse,

Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with applause, mesmerized

was the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed

into slumber amidst

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

concluded, Flora departed with

removed her earrings, she spoke to her

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 came to show their

you can avoid meeting other fans but it

off her costume and asked curiously, “Which person

and couldn’t attend, so she has come to request your

paused, contemplating

spread across her face,

patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to

drew back the curtain and

a refined masculine voice

assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their

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

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt

this be the same Mr. Evans she

come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed status and reserves his admiration solely for Miss Holt,

scene, a sudden urge to escape

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

push, revealing a tableau that took Cecilia’s breath

adorned in a figure-hugging dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled

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

enveloped them, leaving

to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon such

had kissed

this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they

taken aback

he

quivered and she was

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

time, acted as the catalyst to

witnessing the scene, he, too, was taken

years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr.

along

sensed that something was

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

folding

invitation. “Thank you, but I have a headache.

tension lingered in

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

Fowler.”

in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall you caring

an undertone of discontent, revealing her

responded with a smile, “Don’t you have enough people around

uttered, “As long as you

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

finally, they

Rena, as she aspired to be a

Rena remained

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

as she looked at

Mark comforted, “Eat

him, her eyes filled with gentle affection,

doubts about

remained a junior. She’d even

no longer

swiftly walked to the bathroom, and once inside,

emotions overwhelmed her and tears

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,

she accept

intense feelings of resentment were

door opened gently, only to

face turning pale and her

closed the door behind him. With teary eyes,

angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle,

stared back

when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the time, it was evident that

was nothing

she turned around, her

begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why

with pique, carrying

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

genial smile, he said, “We’re