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?”

“It seems

Who else but that individual possessed such power

to them, Cecilia’s heart raced

Mark have something to do

he truly take action against

strong urge

She hadn’t yet decided what

the top floor of the

response for

manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as Mark’s

her, “Mr. Evans has

He’d left…

Cecilia couldn’t

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

not knowing how she managed to leave

hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t

a word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her seriously

shame for trailing a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it was best tolet

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

admiration for opera, its

Holt, her favorite theater actress, was featured in three splendid

Cecilia. Along with it, she

with boredom, precisely at that

earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her

Rena always

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

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

only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by the

not 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

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

departed

her earrings, she

prestigious opera lineage, which somewhat led to her displaying an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception was

you can avoid meeting other fans

curiously, “Which person do

unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has

contemplating the

the next moment, a wide grin spread across

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

drew back the

within, a refined

assistant, Cecilia and her companions made their way

flower baskets with cards lining the long

Mr. Evans…

name sent a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

Mr. Evans she was thinking

Whenever he was in Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed status and

scene, a sudden

assistant ushered them in

a gentle push, revealing a tableau

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

white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and

them, leaving

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

kissed her

witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a match

only was Cecilia taken aback

he called

quivered and she was reluctant to

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

of time, acted

scene, he, too, was

being an 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

only play along and greet Mark

sensed that

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

unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance

but I have a headache.

lingered

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

Fowler.”

her to speak up in a coquettish

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

enough people around you who

arm with his and softly uttered, “As long as you are by my

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

situation until, finally, they settled into

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be

Rena remained indifferent

piece of spareribs into her plate,

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two

comforted, “Eat more and

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

hold no doubts about the relationship between Mark

junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer

no longer bear

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

emotions overwhelmed her and tears streamed down

though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no

she accept such

resentment were

gently, only to be softly locked

her face

and closed the door behind him.

Mark inquired with a

back at

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

was nothing but a

turned around, her eyes

you to begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a

carrying the weight of hurt and

though Mark had no desire to be with her, he still sought to pacify

genial smile, he said, “We’re just