A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

With haste, Charlie chimed in, “Indeed, let Flora attend to you.”

Mark was mindful not to put Flora in an uncomfortable situation.

His demeanor remained indifferent.

Flora’s private residence exuded a captivating elegance. A servant thoughtfully lit scented candles in the bedroom for them.

This particular style had always appealed to him.

Reclining against the sofa, he closed his eyes, savoring Flora’s company.

Her form gently pressed against him as she softly sang. The contours of her slender waist, snugly embraced by her tight dress, along with the tender curves of her bosom, exuded an ineffable allure.

Yet, the more he listened, the more Mark grew irritated. He finally opened his eyes.

Flora leaned closer, sitting on his lap, and implored softly, “Can you stay tonight?”

Aman might have succumbed to the allure of the woman in his embrace.

But in Mark’s mind, there was only a young girl, on the verge of tears, feigning indifference.

Gently pushing Flora away, he adjusted his clothes and said with a formal tone, “I have numerous matters to attend to tomorrow morning. My presence may not be as suitable as desired.”

Flora felt disgruntled.

It was clear he was making excuses…

Mark playfully pinched her cheek and cajoled, “I’m truly occupied with tasks.”

Flora fumed inwardly but dared not lose her temper.

Exiting the private abode, Mark found Peter already waiting by the car. Surprised to see Mark emerge so soon, Peter inquired, “Wouldn’t you stay the night?”

Mark boarded the car without responding.

After a while, he asked unexpectedly, “Do you think that little one will be angry with me?”

Peter was taken aback.

Soon comprehending whom Mark referred to, he smiled and remarked, “She’s just a young girl. She’ll forget about it in a few days.”

A faint smile touched Mark’s lips.

Indeed, despite her age, that girl was practically still a child. How long could her infatuation with him endure? ©

He closed his eyes and murmured softly, “Take me to the Fowler’s residence.”

Late into the night, as Korbyn settled into bed, a servant ascended the stairs and knocked ‘on the door, informing him of Mark’s presence outside with his car.

Having heard it repeated, Korbyn straightened up.

Juliette moved to put on a coat but her husband halted her. Korbyn clenched his teeth and asserted, “Mark must have faced some difficulties himself, prompting him to trouble us in the middle of the night.”

Nevertheless, Korbyn knew he had to handle the situation diplomatically.

Waylen and Rena’s marriage hadn’t been settled yet, so Korbyn had to flatter Mark.

With a change of attire, Korbyn put on a gracious facade as he descended the stairs. He greeted affectionately, “Hello, Mr. Evans. Why didn’t you inform me earlier of your visit to Duefron? I would have prepared a sumptuous feast to welcome you.”

Mark stood in the grand hall, emanating elegance.

He smiled. “It’s never too late to share a meal with me now.”

Korbyn’s countenance froze. Now?

He pondered if Mark was merely jesting

With the hour approaching ten o’clock, preparing dinner seemed implausible.

While conversing, a woman descended the stairs at a deliberate pace. She donned a long white lace dress, her striking black tresses cascading down, and her eyes appeared reddened.

It was Cecilia.

Guided by the voice, she had made her way downstairs, utterly surprised to see Mark.

Why was he here?

What could he want?

Mark met her gaze with a seemingly ordinary smile, observing her as though she were just a junior acquaintance.

Beneath the illuminating light, her face turned pale.

Yet, Korbyn remained oblivious to this, instructing the butler to arrange for the meal and advising his daughter, “Greet Mr. Evans here.”

Though Cecilia’s lips quivered, no words escaped her.

Turning on her heels, she dashed back upstairs.

Shaking his head, Korbyn spoke to Mark, “She’s a bit spoiled. Don’t take it to heart.”

Mark looked towards the upper floor and smiled. “She’s still young; it doesn’t matter.”

The butler set the table with wine and dishes. Korbyn had spent hours dining and talking with Mark, yet he still couldn’t fathom the reason for Mark’s unexpected visit…

Peter assisted Mark into the car when it was well past midnight.

Having consumed a bit too much, Mark leaned against the back seat, contemplating his plan to return to Czanch the next morning. However, the little girl seemed clearly upset with him.

He felt a pang of guilt and thought he should do something.

He tried calling her but she didn’t answer. After seven rings, he gently ended the call.

A dull ache resided in Mark’s heart.

In truth, individuals like him should steer clear of romantic entanglements, especially with someone so young.

Despite his desperate denial, and his insistence to others that she was merely a junior, he couldn’t deny the different way he treated her.

offer her love, yet he still yearned for

rolled down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned

women were drawn

family background, others captivated by his

their names even escaped his

Cecilia truly mattered to

engaged in any intimate relations or

had lunch together and she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their

way she called him Uncle

not heard from

Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared

did

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone

hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a

they were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing to offer

positions and ages

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

he continued to long

contacting his female companions for an extended

others, his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that,

took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these days adored

with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week.

and glanced at Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly

eased

couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia

should be filled

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia

meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite,

adorable purple

grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time

and retorted, “She’s just a little

filled the air, shared between Mark and

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another

Peter reassured him, “You’re still

Mark was relatively young for

and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be

car, the conversation between the two men took a more

abilities, having a child shouldn’t

driver couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming

and the atmosphere inside the car brimmed with mirth. As they drove leisurely, they approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New

Mark, prompting him

it was

night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

group of young people joyously embraced the

were parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

Mark

jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she

even

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how

be despondent

girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite

opportunity,

trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with

not far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated

his love for

noticed her hand covering her

face, he couldn’t help but

an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently

he touched his forehead, contemplating

he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent

Fowler family had only

could take care of his little sister for the rest of her

lead a carefree life, forever a

could Mark

fondness for her that

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking, exuding

he seemed more radiant

her was a man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her

black Audi cars slowly

in the car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two

softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for

to respond initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention that

to keep his affection for a

the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority

Mark believed what he

believe he was good enough

around him unaware, little did he know that the

chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a charming rabbit

intuited that the doll must have been

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