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.

love, yet he

breeze sober him up. After a prolonged

women were drawn to

his family background, others captivated

names

truly mattered to

engaged in any intimate relations or established a

and she had dozed off in his

him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

from Cecilia in a long

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

she did

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone

beheld. She was

they were to meet, he

had nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

who harbored affection for

rooted in his heart had to be abandoned

he continued to long

contacting his female companions

cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew

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

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days adored

You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip

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

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

eased up on

couldn’t help but ponder how

be filled

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

made his way back to the hotel. Yearning

him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly

can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she

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

shared between

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone

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

was relatively

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

conversation between the two men took

your abilities, having a child

help but be

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

where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event

of Mark, prompting him to

it was a lively

sky, painting the city with

young people joyously embraced the

a testament to

Mark caught a glimpse of

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

and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

from afar, Mark realized how much

be despondent for a

said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite

the opportunity,

the car door and stepped out with a

from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

was professing his love for

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

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

the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place,

his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating

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

the Fowler family had only two

that Waylen could take care

could lead a carefree life, forever

contrast, what could Mark

or a fondness for her that he

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 striking,

more radiant than the

a man who had

whispered,

at her

mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction

cars slowly departed from the

found himself accompanied by the

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

put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at

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

to keep his affection for a little

of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such emotions within

Mark believed what he could

believe he was good enough

unaware, little did he know that the girl he held

the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a

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

only place

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