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.

offer her love, yet

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

were drawn to

by his family background, others captivated by

names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly mattered

engaged in any intimate

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

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

from

approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,

did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he

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 it was for

they were to meet, he

nothing to

positions and

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could

heart had to be abandoned before

he continued to long

refrained from contacting his female

actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character.

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

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days adored

with the 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 Cecilia, she’ll surely adore

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

course. You

finally eased up

he couldn’t help but ponder

girl should be

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia

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

two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with

can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after

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

filled the air, shared

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

Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

relatively young for the significant position he

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

conversation between the two men took

teased, “With your abilities, having a child

couldn’t help but be amused

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

an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver

got the better of Mark, prompting

it was a lively

night sky, painting the city

a group of young people

nearby, a testament to their wealthy

all, Mark caught a glimpse

woolen hat, holding a

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the

happiness from afar, Mark realized how

had expected her to be despondent

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 us in

opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped out with

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

erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

roses, knelt down beneath the

professing his love for

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her

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

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

graced his lips as he touched

suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks, she

family had only two

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

carefree life, forever a

could Mark

fondness for her that

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain

Cecilia glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was

more radiant

her was a man who

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her

his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping

black Audi cars slowly

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the

spoke

so much effort to line up and buy those dolls.

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

affection for a little

the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since

man, Mark believed

didn’t believe he was good

sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing

the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

the only