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.

love, yet he still yearned for

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

were drawn

enamored by his family background, others captivated

their names

Cecilia truly mattered to

engaged in any intimate relations or established a

off in his hotel suite.

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

from Cecilia in

Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also

she did

atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a pack of

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 him, forcing him to admire her from

if they were to meet, he

had nothing to

positions and ages

girl, who harbored affection

his heart had to be abandoned

he continued to long

refrained from contacting his female companions for

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with

business trips to Heron, he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls

office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip

said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena,

to agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly

eased up

help but ponder how elated Cecilia

should be filled with

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and

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

two adorable purple rabbit dolls,

to Mark and suggested, “You can meet

and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to

filled the air, shared between

city

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

Mark was relatively

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

conversation between the two men took a

having a child shouldn’t

help but be amused by Peter’s

as he scolded, “You

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

Mark, prompting him

was a

painting the city with

the square, a group of young people

parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

all, Mark caught a

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

and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how

be despondent for a

Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite her to

opportunity,

opened the car door and stepped out with

not far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot her

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

his love for

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

expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help

an opening line, Mark

lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of

Fowler family had only two

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

could lead a carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could Mark offer

a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring himself

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such

in a light-colored

moment, he seemed more radiant than

was a man who

whispered, “Uncle

at her in quiet

his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before

cars

Mark found himself accompanied by the two

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

courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them to

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell

a little girl a secret, Mark

the car. He had never experienced feelings of

believed what he could offer

was good enough for

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

as the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming

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

traveled to Heron, the only