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.

couldn’t offer her love, yet he still yearned

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

were

enamored by his family background,

of their names even

Cecilia truly mattered to

in any intimate relations or established a formal

she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was

not heard from Cecilia

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

she did

felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively 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

were to meet,

had nothing to

differing positions and ages

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before it

continued to long

contacting his female companions

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

business trips to Heron, he took the

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls

“How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to Cecilia,

for Rena, and

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

finally eased

he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia

young girl should be filled with joy…

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

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

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash

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

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

air, shared between Mark

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

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

was relatively young for the

his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be a

the conversation between the two men

abilities, having a child

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

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

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. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the New

Mark, prompting him to

was a lively

up the night sky, painting the city

group of young people joyously embraced the

a testament to their

Mark caught a glimpse of

white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree young

seemed even

Mark realized

her to be despondent for a long time after

for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t

the opportunity,

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped

far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked

uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

was professing his love for

noticed her hand covering her

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

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

a smile graced his lips as he

also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part

the Fowler family

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

could lead a carefree life, forever a

could Mark

to procure, or a fondness for her that he couldn’t

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for himself

clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence

moment, he seemed more radiant than the

was a man who

whispered,

at her in quiet

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

sleek black Audi cars

the car, Mark found himself accompanied

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

gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give

to Rena. Tell her they’re for

prideful and desiring to keep his affection for a little

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of

believed

was good enough for

with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent

Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country