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

him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned

women were

family background, others

names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly mattered to

any intimate relations or established

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

Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

from Cecilia in a long

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

did not

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a pack of

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

if they were to meet, he could utter

nothing to

and ages imposed insurmountable

girl, who harbored affection for him,

in his heart had to

he continued to

contacting his female companions for an extended

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

to Heron, he took the

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

to his office 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

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

course. You mostly intend

finally eased up on

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated

girl should be filled with

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and

endured a grueling 12-hour meeting, 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

beside him sat two adorable purple

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

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

the air, shared between

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

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

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for

his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a

the car, the conversation between the two men took a more

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

be amused

scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more

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 Year at the square.

got the better of Mark, prompting him

it was a

night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array

young

cars were parked nearby, a

all, Mark caught

down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a

seemed even more enchanting than

afar, Mark

had expected her to be despondent for a long time after

“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 the car and drive

the opportunity, Mark readily

car door and stepped out with

only looked up, she could spot her

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

his

noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken

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

car and even prepared an opening line, Mark

a smile graced his lips as he touched his

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

Fowler family had

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

lead a carefree

what could Mark offer

a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain

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

more radiant than the entire

man who had declared his love

Cecilia whispered,

her

a feeble smile and nodded in

black Audi cars

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the

spoke to

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

“Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention

a little girl a secret,

settled upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since

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

was good enough for

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing alone

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received

without Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

only place in this