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. I suspect Harold

who that someone was. Who else but

them, Cecilia’s heart raced with

Mark have something to do

against Harold because of

a strong urge to see

Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but she simply longed

at the top floor of the hotel, she rang the

no response for

by, recognizing Cecilia as Mark’s

her, “Mr. Evans has

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t

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

nodded quietly, not knowing how she managed to leave the

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

a word, perhaps indicating that

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

and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was

held a profound admiration for

favorite theater actress, was featured in three splendid

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

boredom, precisely

to accompany her, seeking solace in

Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join

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

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

only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by the

for her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with

came over her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today,

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

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

and asked curiously, “Which

she has come to

paused, contemplating the

a wide grin spread across her face, and she

Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an autograph

the curtain and entered the

a refined

and her companions made their

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 Cecilia’s

this be the same Mr. Evans

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

Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to

ushered them in with a cheerful remark, “Miss Fowler

door swung open with a gentle push, revealing

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

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

leaving no room

limbs seemed to lock in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon such a

had kissed her

by the stunning allure of Flora and, together,

taken aback but Mark also

presence, he

she was reluctant to respond

glanced between Mark and Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which

had arrived just in the nick of time, acted

witnessing the scene, he,

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

could only play along

also sensed that something

chimed in, “Indeed, what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner

she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance

but I have a

intricate tension lingered in

ease the situation, saying, “A headache?

Fowler.”

a coquettish tone.

at Peter, her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner

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

softly uttered, “As long as you are

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

continued to handle the situation until, finally, they settled into

aspired

remained

piece of spareribs into her plate, but to her surprise, Mark did

looked at the

displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat more

to him, her eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to

doubts about the relationship

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

could no longer bear

walked to the bathroom, and once inside, she

her and tears streamed down

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 that scene, a

could she accept

resentment were

door opened gently, only to be

face turning pale and her

a while, she realized Mark had entered and closed the door

angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle, affectionate

back at

couldn’t forget the glint of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t

nothing

around, her

Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like

resonated with pique, carrying the weight of

sought to pacify her, not wanting her to delve

smile, he said, “We’re