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?”

situation, replied in a reserved manner, “It seems to be the work of another party. I suspect Harold has

but

Cecilia’s

Mark have something to do

take action against

felt a strong urge to see

hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but

floor of

was no response for quite some

the hotel manager passed by, recognizing Cecilia as Mark’s

“Mr. Evans has

He’d left…

couldn’t believe her

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

not knowing how she managed

a long while. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring

word, perhaps indicating that he didn’t take her

a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia

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

admiration for

actress, was featured

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

boredom, precisely at

afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her friend’s

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

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

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

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

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

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

the scene concluded, Flora departed with an air

As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant, saying, “Today, I shan’t receive any fans. Let them

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

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

asked curiously,

mother is unwell and couldn’t attend, so she has come to request your autograph on behalf of

paused, contemplating

grin spread across her face, and she

of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler

the curtain and entered the inner

a refined masculine voice

and her companions made their

baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority

Mr. Evans…

a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

Mr. Evans she was thinking

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 Miss Holt, refraining

absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to escape seizing

assistant ushered them in with a cheerful

open with a gentle push, revealing

exuded a mesmerizing charm with her hair elegantly coiled and

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 golden hairpin embellished with a

leaving no room for

to lock in place as she never anticipated

kissed her

It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together,

aback but Mark also seemed

presence, he

lips quivered and she was reluctant to

but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which her uncle addressed Cecilia

time, acted as the catalyst

he, too, was

many years, he knew how to ease tensions. He greeted Rena first, “Miss Rena, you’re here too! Mr. Evans has been talking about you lately and

along and

shared the same boat with Rena, also sensed that

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

folding fan,

the invitation. “Thank you, but I

tension lingered

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

Fowler.”

her to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter,

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

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

linked her arm with his and softly uttered, “As long as you

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

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

as she aspired to be a part of

Rena remained indifferent

attempted to shift her attention to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to her

as she looked at the

“Eat more and you’ll

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

hold no doubts about the relationship

remained a junior. She’d even heard Cecilia refer

no longer bear

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

overwhelmed her and tears streamed down

left without a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to

she accept such

resentment were now directed at

bathroom door opened gently, only to be softly

continued to cry, her face turning pale and her

and closed the door

you angry?” Mark inquired with a gentle, affectionate

back

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

nothing but

around, her eyes red

Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a

words resonated with pique, carrying

be with her, he still sought to

a genial smile, he said,