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

but that individual possessed such power and held a grudge

them, Cecilia’s heart

Mark have something to

take action against

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 be

the top floor of the hotel, she rang

there was no response for

by, recognizing Cecilia as

informed her, “Mr.

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t

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

knowing how she managed to

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

had left without a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her seriously at

man almost like a creepy

and in the enchanting month of October, Cecilia was finally granted the joy

passionate soul, held a profound admiration

her favorite theater actress, was featured in three splendid scenes this

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

overcome with boredom, precisely

earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking

relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and

the northern

this particular day, the remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly, leaving the audience thundering with

one who stifled a yawn,

been for her mother’s request to procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to comprehend the actress’s ghostly makeup and uncomfortably tight

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an air

earrings, she spoke to

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

you can avoid meeting other fans but it seems

her costume and asked curiously, “Which person

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

contemplating the

spread across her face, and she exclaimed,

patron of my performances. Kindly invite

the curtain and entered

refined

assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their way

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

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden

be the same Mr.

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 solely for

Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to

assistant ushered them in with

gentle push, revealing a tableau that

in a 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

air of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving

in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon

had kissed her

him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by

taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

Rena’s presence, he called

lips quivered and she was reluctant

that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with

time, acted as the catalyst to thaw

witnessing the scene, he, too,

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.

only play along and greet

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

juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at

unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance

but I have a headache. I’m

lingered in

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

Fowler.”

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

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

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

arm with his and softly uttered, “As long as

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

they settled into a private room at the

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be a

remained

Flora attempted to shift her attention to Cecilia and served a piece of

filled Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the

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

snuggled up to him, her eyes filled with gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat more to grow

about the relationship between

remained a junior. She’d even

no longer bear

and once inside, she turned on

and tears streamed down her

tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no

could she accept such

feelings of resentment were now

gently, only to be softly

to cry, her face turning

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

angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle,

back

his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the

nothing but

around, her eyes red

nothing to do with you to begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why

resonated with pique, carrying the weight of

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

he