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.

yet he

rolled down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure

women were drawn

background, others

their names

only Cecilia truly mattered

in any intimate

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

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it

had not heard from Cecilia in a

Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would

did not

lively atmosphere, he sat

the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls,

meet, he could

had nothing to offer

positions and

whether a young girl, who

his heart had to be

he continued to long for

contacting his female companions

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

he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

are! You’re heading to Duefron for

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

of course. You

eased up

but ponder

be

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

way back to

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash

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

little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire

filled the air, shared between

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

Peter reassured

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he

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

car, the conversation

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

driver couldn’t help but be amused

scolded, “You

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 square. It’s quite

the better of Mark, prompting him

was a

the city

the square, a group of young people

were parked nearby, a testament

amidst it all, Mark caught a

in a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her

seemed even more enchanting than the

from afar, Mark realized how

had expected her to be despondent for a

sensing 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. Why don’t we invite her to

opportunity, Mark

patted his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out

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

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

man, clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down

was professing his love

her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

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

prepared an opening

lips as he touched his forehead,

Mark realized that maybe Cecilia did have 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 in the

Fowler family had

gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for

a carefree life, forever a

could Mark

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for

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

seemed more radiant than the entire night

was a man who had declared his

whispered,

gazed at her in quiet

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

black Audi cars

in the car, Mark found himself accompanied

spoke

initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort

dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for

and desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret,

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

man, Mark believed what he could

believe he was

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

chimed announcing the coming new year,

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia

that the doll must have been sent by

had traveled to Heron, the only place in

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