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.

her love, yet he still

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

were drawn to

by his family background, others captivated by his

of their names even escaped

only Cecilia truly mattered

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a

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

Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

heard from Cecilia

family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia

did

atmosphere, he

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

nothing to offer

and ages imposed

whether a young girl, who

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long

female companions for an

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

one of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If

was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t

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

eased up on

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how

young girl should be filled

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed

meet

retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to see her anyway.”

filled the air, shared between

to admire the luminous city lights outside,

Peter reassured him, “You’re still

accurate; Mark was relatively

words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother

of the car, the conversation

having a child shouldn’t

be amused by

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

brimmed with mirth. As they drove leisurely, they approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver

of Mark,

was

up the night sky, painting the city

of young people joyously

parked nearby, a testament to their

amidst it all, Mark

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

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting

happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

be despondent for a long

said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t

the opportunity,

car door and stepped out with a newfound

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

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

was professing his love

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

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

the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being

graced his lips as he touched

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

Fowler family had only

that Waylen could take care of his little sister for

carefree life, forever a

what could Mark

sweated to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such

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

he seemed more radiant

man who had declared his

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

at her in quiet

faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in

Audi cars slowly departed

himself accompanied by the two adorable rabbit

he softly spoke to

in so much effort to line up and buy those

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

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

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

to that ardent young man, Mark believed what

didn’t believe he was good

him unaware, little did he know that the girl

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

had traveled to Heron, the only