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

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

women were

his family background,

names even

only Cecilia truly mattered to

in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it

not heard from Cecilia in a long

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

she did

atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a pack of

he had ever beheld. She

they were to meet,

had nothing to offer

and

young girl, who harbored affection for him,

his heart had to be abandoned before it could

to long

his female companions for an

his character. Only Mark himself

he took the time to personally stand in line and

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days

heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to Cecilia, she’ll surely

a cigarette and glanced at Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

course. You mostly intend to present it

eased up on

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

young girl should be filled

Year’s Eve,

as he made his way back to the

two adorable purple rabbit dolls,

meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after all this

“She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a

filled the air, shared between

uplifted, Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights

Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

was relatively

trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become

within the confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took a

Peter teased, “With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

couldn’t help but be

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

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 to

was a

night sky, painting the city

the square, a group of young people joyously embraced

nearby, a testament to their wealthy

Mark caught a glimpse

woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked

laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

afar, Mark realized how much he

be despondent for a long

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

opportunity, Mark

trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with a

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

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down

his love for

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly

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

and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in

he touched

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

the Fowler family had only

was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister

lead a carefree life,

contrast, what could Mark

a fondness for her that he couldn’t

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for

elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His

he seemed more radiant than the

her was a man who had declared his love for

whispered, “Uncle

her in

ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile

black Audi cars slowly departed from the

found himself accompanied

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

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

delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for

and desiring to keep his affection for a little

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

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

didn’t believe he was good enough

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

the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia

without Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

traveled to Heron, the only place in this