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?”

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

was. Who else but that individual possessed such power and held a grudge against

Cecilia’s heart raced

Mark have something

he truly take action against

felt a strong urge

the hotel where Mark was staying. She hadn’t yet decided what to say when they met but she simply longed

floor of the hotel, she

response

manager passed by, recognizing

her, “Mr.

He’d left…

stunned, Cecilia couldn’t believe

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

quietly, not knowing how

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

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

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

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

passionate soul, held a profound admiration for opera, its

favorite theater actress, was featured in

sudden, leading her to offer her ticket to Cecilia. Along with it, she entrusted Cecilia with the task of sending flowers to Flora and securing

boredom, precisely at

afternoon, she earnestly implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace

significant improvement in the relationship between Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection

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

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

the only one who stifled a yawn, unimpressed by the

have drifted into slumber amidst the performance. She failed to comprehend the

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

Flora departed with an air of

her earrings, she spoke

an air of arrogance. Regular fans found it challenging to encounter her but an exception was expected

can avoid meeting other

took off her costume and asked curiously, “Which person do

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

contemplating the

moment, a wide grin spread across

patron of my performances. Kindly invite Miss Fowler to the backstage and I shall

the curtain

within, a refined masculine voice

assistant, Cecilia and her companions made

the multitude of flower baskets with cards lining the long corridor, the majority being

Mr. Evans…

name sent a sudden jolt through Cecilia’s

be the same Mr. Evans she

Duefron, he would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known

Cecilia absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge to

the assistant ushered them

door swung open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau that took

with her hair elegantly coiled and

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

romance enveloped them, leaving no room for doubt

place as she never anticipated stumbling upon

kissed

that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like

was Cecilia taken aback

he

was

between Mark and Cecilia, sensing that they hadn’t interacted much, but she couldn’t ignore the familiarity with which her uncle

in the nick of time, acted as the catalyst

the scene, he, too, was taken

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

along and greet

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was

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

she spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan,

but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t join

tension lingered in

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

Fowler.”

to speak up in a coquettish tone. “Peter, I often have headaches. I don’t recall

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

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

uttered, “As long as you

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

until, finally, they

cared for Rena, as she aspired to be a

remained indifferent

of spareribs into her plate, but to her

as she looked

displeasure, Mark comforted, “Eat

gentle affection, “Yes! Kids need to eat more to

to hold no doubts about the relationship between Mark

Cecilia remained a junior. She’d

no

once inside, she turned on the tap,

her and tears

a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today,

she accept such

most intense feelings of resentment were now

door opened gently, only to be

to cry, her face

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

you angry?” Mark inquired

stared back at

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

nothing but a

her eyes

to begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should I be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me anyway? You can

with pique, carrying the weight of hurt

be with her, he still sought to pacify

a genial smile, he said,