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 to be the work of another

that someone was. Who else but that individual

Cecilia’s heart

have something to do with

action against Harold because of his

felt a strong urge

decided what

top floor of

was no response for quite some

hotel manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia

her, “Mr. Evans

He’d left…

couldn’t believe her

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

nodded quietly, not knowing how she

for a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t

word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take

like a creepy

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

a passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its grandeur

was featured in three splendid scenes this

to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of sending flowers to Flora and securing an

found herself overcome with boredom, precisely at

Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in

in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held

northern expanse, stood unrivaled

day, the remarkable Miss Holt graced the stage as Madama Butterfly,

amidst the ovation, Cecilia was the only one

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 makeup and uncomfortably tight

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

scene concluded, Flora departed with an air

her earrings, she spoke

which 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

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

curiously, “Which person do I have to

mother is unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come to

paused, contemplating the

moment, a wide grin spread across her face, and

a devoted patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall gladly sign an autograph for

she drew back the curtain and

within, a refined masculine

Cecilia and her companions made their

cards lining the long corridor, the majority being from a

Mr. Evans…

a sudden jolt

Mr.

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

unfolding scene, a sudden urge to escape seizing

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

with a gentle push, revealing a

dress, exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and delicate features akin to a work

against a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and black suit pants, exuding an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his hand, he

indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for

as she never anticipated stumbling upon such

kissed

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

was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

Rena’s presence, he

quivered and she was reluctant

Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she

time, acted

scene, he, too,

tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been talking about

along and greet

the same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was

Evans’ juniors. How about I treat you to dinner at that nice restaurant nearby? Their

she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the

“Thank you, but I have a

intricate tension lingered

situation, saying, “A headache?

Fowler.”

speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall you caring for me this

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

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

with his and softly uttered, “As

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

situation until, finally, they settled into a private room at

deeply cared for Rena, as she aspired to be

remained indifferent

and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at the two pieces of

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

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

about

a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia

could no longer

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

her and tears streamed down

a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right

could she accept such

most intense feelings of resentment were now

opened gently, only to be softly

her face

door behind him. With teary eyes, she

you angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle, affectionate

back

Flora. While he didn’t cross any boundaries at the time, it

nothing but a

around, her eyes

Why would anyone

carrying the

sought to pacify her, not wanting her

genial smile, he said,