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.

couldn’t offer her love, yet he still yearned for

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

were

enamored by his family background, others

of their names even

only Cecilia truly mattered

in any intimate

in

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

from Cecilia in

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

did

atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half

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

if they were to meet, he could utter nothing

nothing

and ages imposed

whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

continued to

his female

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

Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two rabbit

The name was StellaLou.

girls these

You’re heading to Duefron for

to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be

You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased

help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving the

girl should be

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

way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes

adorable purple rabbit dolls, which

can meet her tomorrow. It’s about

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

filled the air, shared between Mark and

to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another year

tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

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

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

within the confines of the car, the conversation between

your abilities, having

help but be amused by Peter’s

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

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

of Mark, prompting him to

it was

up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array

group of young people joyously embraced the

nearby, a

all, Mark caught a glimpse of

a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a

laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

afar, Mark

her to be despondent

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

opportunity,

trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with

she only looked up, she could

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

professing his love

covering her mouth,

the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that this man genuinely adored

prepared an opening

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his

moment, Mark realized 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, she could have any

Fowler family

and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of

carefree life,

what could

doll he sweated to procure, or a fondness

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain

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

that moment, he seemed more radiant than the entire night

her was a man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

at her in

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

Audi cars slowly

Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

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

hesitated to respond initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy

“Have the dolls delivered to Rena.

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

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

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

was good

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

chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received

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

the only place in this country where