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.

yet

breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he

were drawn

background, others captivated by

names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly

intimate relations or

had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their

she called him Uncle Mark, it was

heard from Cecilia in

Rena got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,

she did not

felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a pack

that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining

were to meet, he could utter

nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed

a young girl, who harbored affection for

to be abandoned before it could ever be

continued to

from contacting his female

remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself

took the time to personally stand in line and procure two rabbit

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip

Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and she doesn’t…

course. You mostly intend to present it to Miss

eased up on

but ponder how elated

girl should be filled

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

endured a grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes during

adorable purple rabbit dolls, which

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

the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that

the air, shared between

down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year

Peter reassured him,

was relatively young for the

comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime?

conversation between the

your abilities, having a child shouldn’t

but be amused

he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious

driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the New

better of Mark, prompting him

was

the city

group of young people joyously embraced

a

amidst it all, Mark

holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like

even more enchanting

happiness from afar, Mark

despondent for a long

emotions, pretended to be taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite her to join us in the car and drive her

the opportunity, Mark

his trousers, opened the car door and

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

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

his love

her hand covering her mouth,

on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help

and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching

he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

that maybe Cecilia did have some feelings for him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks,

Fowler family

sister-in-law, Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her life

lead a carefree life, forever

contrast, what could

fondness for her that he couldn’t bring

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain

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

more radiant than

who had declared his love

whispered,

at her

faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed

himself accompanied by

the plush seat, he softly spoke to

in so much effort to line up and buy

the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t

a little girl a secret,

never experienced feelings of

believed what he could offer was exceedingly

didn’t believe he was

sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

traveled to Heron, the only