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.

yet he still yearned

breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked

women were drawn

family background, others captivated by

their names even escaped his

truly mattered to

intimate relations or established a

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

way she called him Uncle

from Cecilia in a

family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them.

did not

lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a pack of

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

if they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing

positions and ages imposed

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

rooted in his heart had to be

continued to

his female companions for an

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only

trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and procure

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls

dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to

said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has

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

finally eased up

ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving the

should be

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

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

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed

“You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved

the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t

shared between

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by.

tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still

relatively young

Peter’s comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena

conversation between the two

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

but be amused by

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

jest and the atmosphere inside the car 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

got the better of Mark,

it was

the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

young people joyously embraced the coming

nearby, a testament to

it all, Mark caught a glimpse

holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree young

seemed even more enchanting

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark

expected her to be despondent for

Mark’s 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

opportunity, Mark readily

patted his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with a newfound

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

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

professing his

covering

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

even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being confessed

a smile graced his lips as he touched his forehead,

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

the Fowler family had only two

was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her life if she

lead a carefree life, forever a

could Mark offer

fondness for her

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for himself

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

moment, he seemed more radiant

man who

whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into

sleek black Audi cars

Mark found himself accompanied by the

spoke to Peter,

much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You

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

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

experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such

young man, Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

he was good enough for

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

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a

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

only place in