A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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.

offer her love, yet he still yearned

him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned

women were

enamored by his family background,

of their names

truly mattered to

engaged in any intimate relations or established

in his hotel suite. Their lips

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

from Cecilia

proposal. Mark

she did

a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone

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

were to meet,

nothing

differing positions and ages

who harbored affection for him,

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned

continued to long for

contacting his female companions for

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

to Heron, he took the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

girls

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

her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift

You mostly intend

finally eased up

couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would

should be filled with

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia

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

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple

to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time

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

air, shared between Mark and

rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still

accurate; Mark was relatively young for

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

conversation between the two men

teased, “With your abilities, having

driver couldn’t help but be amused by

lit a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious by the

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 celebrating the New Year at

the better of Mark, prompting him to

it was

sky, painting the city with a

young people joyously

parked nearby, a testament

Mark caught

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

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting

Mark realized how much he

expected her to be despondent for a long time

It’s not safe for a girl to

the opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped out with a

she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle Mark amidst

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

professing his love

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her

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

opening line, Mark remained rooted in

lips as he

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 her

family

was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his

a carefree

could Mark offer

or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring himself

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for

Mark, elegantly clad in

moment, he seemed more radiant than

her was a man who had declared his love for

whispered,

at her in

a feeble smile and nodded in her

black Audi cars

found himself

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

so much effort to line up and buy those dolls.

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

prideful and 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,

to that ardent young man, Mark believed what he

didn’t believe he was good

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

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

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

the only place in this

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