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

him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to Peter, “How

women were drawn to

enamored by his family background, others captivated

of their names even escaped

Cecilia truly

engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met

she called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

not heard from Cecilia in a long

marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

she did

the lively atmosphere,

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 afar Perhaps

meet, he could

had nothing

and ages imposed

who harbored affection for him,

heart had to

he continued to long

contacting his female

and others, his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only

he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

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

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

You mostly intend to present

finally eased up on

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

young girl should be filled with joy…

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

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

sat two adorable purple

a cheerful grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s

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

shared between Mark and

window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone

Peter reassured

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for

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

the car, the conversation between the two men took a more candid

abilities, having a child shouldn’t be too

but be amused by Peter’s playful

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

where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve

the better of Mark, prompting him to

was

painting the city with a mesmerizing

young people joyously

nearby, a

it all, Mark caught a glimpse

a sparkler

laughter seemed even

afar, Mark realized how

be despondent for a long time

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

opportunity,

the car door and stepped out

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

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

man, clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

was professing his

her hand covering her

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

of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted

as he touched his forehead, contemplating his

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

the Fowler family had only

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

carefree life, forever

could

a fondness for her that

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain

fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored

more radiant than the entire

was a man who had declared his love

whispered,

gazed at her

mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her

cars slowly departed from the

in the car, Mark found himself

softly spoke to Peter,

much effort to line up and buy

his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and

and desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such

man, Mark believed what

was good enough

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

as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a

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

only place in this country where people could buy