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 he still yearned

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

women were drawn

family background, others captivated by

of their names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

together and she had dozed off in his

him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

from Cecilia in a long

the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After

she did not

the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked

be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him,

if they were to meet, he

nothing to offer

and ages imposed

young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

had to be abandoned before

to long

his female companions for

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

Heron, he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these days adored

his 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 these

going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena

You mostly intend

finally eased

he was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving

girl should be

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the

beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit

meet her tomorrow.

and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have

filled the air, shared between Mark

uplifted, Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another

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

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position

words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll

conversation

teased, “With your abilities, having a child

help but be amused by

as he scolded, “You rascal,

leisurely, 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

got the better of Mark, prompting him

was a lively

painting the city with a mesmerizing

young people joyously

cars were parked nearby, a

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse

white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree young

seemed even more enchanting than the

Mark realized how much he missed

despondent for a

Mark’s 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

the opportunity, Mark

the car door and stepped out

she only looked up, she could spot her

uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the

his love

her hand covering her mouth,

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

and even prepared an opening

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

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

family had only two

loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little

lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for himself

upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking, exuding nobility

moment, he seemed more radiant than

her was a man who had declared his love

whispered,

at her

He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the

cars

found himself accompanied by the

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for tomorrow

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

arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t

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

the car. He had never experienced feelings of

that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

believe he was good enough

little

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year,

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming

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

Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where people