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

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

women were

family background, others

of their names even escaped

only Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations or

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

way she called him Uncle Mark,

heard from Cecilia in a

Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

did not

atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a

hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing

they were to meet, he could utter nothing

nothing

differing positions and ages

who harbored affection for him, could withstand

heart had to be abandoned

he continued to long for

contacting his female companions for an

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

of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these

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

said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t

of course. You mostly intend to

eased

but ponder how elated Cecilia would be

girl should be filled with joy…

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

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

beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash

suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s

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

the air, shared between

city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another year

reassured him, “You’re still

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

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

within the confines of the car, the conversation

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

help but be amused by Peter’s playful

he scolded, “You rascal, you’re

an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the

of Mark, prompting him to look

it was a lively

the night sky, painting the city with

young people joyously embraced

cars were parked nearby, a

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse of

down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in

laughter seemed even more enchanting

afar, Mark realized

despondent for a long time after

emotions, pretended to be taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay

the opportunity, Mark readily

the car door

only looked up, she could

uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

was professing his

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly

face, he couldn’t help but feel that this man genuinely

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

lips as he touched his forehead,

she also had numerous suitors to choose from.

Fowler family had only

that Waylen could take

carefree

could

a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for

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

seemed more radiant

man who had declared

Cecilia whispered,

her in quiet

a feeble

cars

found himself

plush seat, he softly spoke to

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

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention that I

for a little

He had never experienced feelings of inferiority

that ardent young man, Mark believed

he was

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing alone

and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out his

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

Cecilia intuited that

had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where people