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

After a prolonged silence, he

were drawn to

family background, others captivated by his

of their names even escaped

only Cecilia truly mattered to

any intimate

she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

from Cecilia in a long

proposal. Mark assumed

she did

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

had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him,

they were to meet, he

nothing

positions and ages

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

heart had to be

he continued to long for

contacting his female companions

enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a

business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these

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

a cigarette and glanced at 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… I didn’t purchase them solely

course, of course. You mostly intend to present it to

eased up on

ponder how

be filled

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

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

car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which

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

“She’s just a little

filled the air, shared between

rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

Peter’s comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will

car, the conversation between the two men took a more candid

“With your abilities, having a child

couldn’t help but be amused by

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

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

the better of Mark, prompting him

it was a

lit up the night sky, painting the city with

a group of young people joyously embraced the coming

cars were parked nearby, a

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse of

and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree

and laughter seemed even more enchanting

afar, Mark realized how much

be despondent for a long time after

not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t

the opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped

Mark believed that if she only looked up, she

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the

was professing his

her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

the young man’s face, he

opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her

a smile graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

have some feelings for him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from.

family had only two

could take care of his little sister

carefree life,

could Mark

doll he sweated to procure, or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring himself to

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain

fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool

more radiant

who

whispered, “Uncle

her in

tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded

black Audi cars slowly

car, Mark found himself

spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane

courage and said, “You put in so much

his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her

to keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark

feelings of inferiority since

that ardent young man, Mark believed what

didn’t believe he was good enough for

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing

announcing the coming new year, she silently

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this