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

the breeze sober him up. After

were drawn

family background, others captivated

their names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly

engaged in any intimate relations

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

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

not heard from Cecilia in a

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

did

atmosphere, he

Mark’s eyes finally fell upon Cecilia, adorned in a resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards

they were to meet, he could utter

nothing to offer

and ages

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand

rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

to long for

his female companions

character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with

he took the time to personally stand in line and procure

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls

“How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to Cecilia, she’ll surely adore

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

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

eased up

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

girl should be filled with

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia once

way back to the hotel. Yearning for

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

can meet

little girl.

filled the air, shared

window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by.

Peter reassured

relatively young for

and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next

car, the conversation between the two men took a more

“With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t

but be amused

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

driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile,

of Mark, prompting him to

it was a lively

the night sky, painting the city with a

square, a group of young people joyously

were parked nearby, a

Mark caught a

hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the

happiness from afar, Mark realized how

her to be despondent for a long time after

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

opportunity, Mark readily

door and stepped out

Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle Mark amidst

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down

his love

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

man’s face, he couldn’t

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

lips as he touched

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

Fowler family had only

such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take

a carefree

contrast, what could Mark offer

to procure, or a fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for himself

her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored

he seemed more radiant than

was a man who had declared his

whispered,

at her in quiet

a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two

spoke to Peter, “Arrange the

then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You

his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to

a

the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since

young man, Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

believe he was good enough

little did

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received

Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

to Heron, the only place in this country