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?”

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

but that individual possessed such power and held a

them, Cecilia’s heart

Mark have something to do with

he truly take action against Harold because of his disrespectful

Cecilia felt a strong urge to

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

the top floor of the

there was no response

manager passed by,

informed her, “Mr. Evans has

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t

is reserved by Mr. Evans throughout the year. You

not knowing how

in her car, she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to dial his

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

man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded

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

profound admiration for

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

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

with boredom, precisely at

implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her

significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join them on their

northern expanse, stood unrivaled as an opera

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

amidst the ovation, Cecilia was the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed

procure Flora’s autograph, Cecilia might have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to comprehend

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

concluded, Flora departed with an air

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

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

assistant gently suggested, “Perhaps you can avoid meeting other fans but it seems inevitable that you

asked curiously, “Which person

so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of Mrs.

paused, contemplating

the next moment, a wide grin spread across her

Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly

that, she drew back the curtain and entered the

a refined

by Flora’s assistant, Cecilia and her

a household name, evident from the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

be the same Mr. Evans she

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 Miss Holt, refraining from endorsing

the unfolding scene, a

the dressing room door, the assistant ushered them in with a cheerful remark, “Miss Fowler

gentle push, revealing a

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

and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he

them, leaving

in place as she never anticipated stumbling upon

kissed

she had never witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of

aback but Mark also seemed slightly

presence, he called

she was reluctant to respond to

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

who had arrived just in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst to thaw the

witnessing the scene, he,

confidant who had accompanied Mark for many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first,

only play along and greet Mark

sensed that something was amiss. She interjected, “What a

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

folding

declined the invitation. “Thank you, but I have a headache. I’m

tension lingered in the

the situation, saying, “A headache? I’ll

Fowler.”

piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have

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

you have enough people around you who can buy you

with his and softly uttered, “As long as

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

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

as she aspired

remained

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

she looked at the two pieces of

comforted, “Eat more and you’ll grow

filled with gentle

about the relationship between Mark and

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

could no longer bear

once inside, she turned on the tap,

overwhelmed her and tears streamed

of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today, witnessing that scene, a profound discomfort washed

she accept such

intense feelings of resentment

bathroom door opened gently, only to

continued to cry, her face turning

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

you angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle,

back

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

was nothing

around, her eyes red

with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’

words resonated with pique, carrying the weight

be with her, he still sought

he said, “We’re just