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?”

reserved manner, “It seems

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

them, Cecilia’s heart raced with

have something to

against Harold because of his

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 to be in

top floor of the hotel, she rang

was no response for

the hotel manager passed by, recognizing

her, “Mr. Evans has checked

He’d left…

couldn’t believe her

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

not knowing how she managed to leave the

she clutched her phone, hesitating for a long while. Ultimately, she

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

trailing a man almost like a creepy stalker, Cecilia concluded that it was

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

profound admiration for opera, its grandeur captivating her

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 an

found herself overcome with boredom, precisely

implored Rena to accompany her, seeking solace in her

Rena and Waylen. Moreover, Rena always held deep affection for Cecilia, and thus, she entreated Vera to join them on

in the northern expanse, stood

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

only one who stifled

might have drifted into slumber amidst the

Didn’t she feel uncomfortable?

concluded, Flora departed

transformation came over her countenance. As she removed her earrings, she spoke to her assistant,

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

can avoid meeting other

her costume and asked curiously, “Which

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

paused, contemplating

the next moment, a wide grin spread across

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

back the curtain and entered the

refined masculine

and her

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

Mr. Evans…

sent a sudden jolt through

this be the same Mr. Evans she

would undoubtedly come to support her. It’s known that Mr. Evans holds an esteemed

absorbed the unfolding scene, a sudden urge

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

open with a gentle push, revealing a tableau that took Cecilia’s breath

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

an aura of gentleness and refinement. In his

air of indescribable romance enveloped them, leaving no room for

in place as

had kissed

she had never witnessed him like this. It appeared that he was enamored by the stunning allure of Flora and, together, they seemed like a match made

was Cecilia taken aback but Mark also seemed slightly

presence, he called

quivered and she was reluctant

that they hadn’t interacted much, but she

had arrived just in the nick of time,

witnessing the scene, he,

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

play along and greet

same boat with Rena, also sensed that something was

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

she spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet

invitation. “Thank you, but I have a headache. I’m afraid I can’t

intricate tension lingered in the

to ease the situation, saying, “A

Fowler.”

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

her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that

“Don’t you have enough people around you who

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

Cecilia’s complexion turned pallid.

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

as she aspired to be a part of the Evans

remained indifferent

attention to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her

Cecilia’s gaze as she looked at

Mark comforted, “Eat more and you’ll

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

no doubts about the relationship between Mark

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

no longer

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

emotions overwhelmed her and tears streamed down

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

could she

feelings of resentment

gently, only to be softly

continued to cry, her face turning pale and her

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

inquired

back

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

nothing

turned around, her eyes

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

with pique, carrying the weight of hurt and

with her, he still sought to pacify her, not

a genial smile, he said,