A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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

the breeze sober him up. After a

women were drawn to

by his family background, others captivated by

names

Cecilia truly

engaged in any intimate relations

had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met

the way she called him Uncle

from Cecilia in a

the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia

did

felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat

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

to meet,

nothing to

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

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

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be

to long for

from contacting his female companions for

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he

to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

girls these

are! You’re heading to Duefron

them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

course. You mostly intend to

finally eased

ponder how

young girl should be filled with

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia once

as he made his way back to

two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed

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

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 year

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him,

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he

smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena

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

abilities, having

be

a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal,

with mirth. As they drove 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 appears they’re celebrating the New Year at the

of Mark,

was a

night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array

group of young

nearby, a testament to their wealthy

amidst it all, Mark caught

a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a

even

happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he missed

her to be despondent for a long time after their

to be taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out

the opportunity, Mark

opened the car door and stepped out

believed that if she only looked up, she could

erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down

was professing his love

covering her mouth,

Mark observed the earnest expression on the young man’s face, he

prepared an opening line,

as he

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

the Fowler family had only

that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her life if she

could lead a carefree

what could

doll he sweated to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain

in a light-colored

moment, he seemed more radiant than

man who

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her

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

black Audi cars

Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

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

and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should

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

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

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

he was

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the

bell chimed announcing the coming new year,

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

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

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