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

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

were drawn to

his family background, others captivated by

their names

only Cecilia truly mattered to

any intimate relations or established a

in

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it

not heard from Cecilia in a

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

she did

of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and

Rena’s wedding, Mark’s eyes finally fell upon Cecilia, 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

they were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing to

and ages imposed

girl, who harbored affection for him,

had to be

he continued to

female companions for an

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

Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two rabbit

The name was StellaLou.

girls these

help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for

cigarette and glanced at Peter. “Who 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 a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase them

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

eased up

but ponder how elated

should be filled with

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a

adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with Mark’s

turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after

Mark touched the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I

air, shared

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

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

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively

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

conversation between the two

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

help but be amused by

smiling as he scolded, “You rascal,

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 commented with a smile, “Mr.

of Mark, prompting him to

was a lively

painting the

square, a group of young people joyously embraced the coming

parked nearby, a testament to

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse of

woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand,

seemed even more enchanting than the

happiness from afar, Mark realized how

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.

opportunity,

opened the car door and

that if she only looked up, she could spot her

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down

his

covering her mouth, seemingly taken

man’s face,

of the car and even prepared an opening

he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the

Fowler family had only

sister-in-law, Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of

could lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

what could

to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain

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

seemed more radiant than the entire night

a man who

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

some time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile

cars slowly departed

himself accompanied by the two adorable

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to

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

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

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

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

to that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

believe he was good

him unaware, little did he know that

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

Cecilia intuited that the doll must

few days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where people could