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.

love, yet

the breeze sober him up. After a

women were

background, others captivated

names

truly mattered

in any intimate relations or

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

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

not heard from Cecilia in a

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

did not

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

believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied

they were to meet, he could

had nothing to

and ages imposed insurmountable

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

in his heart had to be abandoned before

continued to long

his female companions for an

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only

business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls

chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron

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 and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase

“Of course, of course. You mostly intend

eased up

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder

should be filled with joy…

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

meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back

seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed

meet

doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I

the air, shared between

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

tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for

“Prime? Rena will become a mother next

the confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took

Peter teased, “With your abilities, having a

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

“You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious by the

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

got the better of Mark, prompting

it was

the city with a

young people joyously embraced

were parked nearby, a testament

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse of

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

laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

to be despondent for a long

to be taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to

opportunity,

door and stepped out with

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

an uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down

his love

noticed her hand covering her mouth,

man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that this man genuinely adored

opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching

smile graced his lips as he touched

that moment, 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 north, and

Fowler family had only

take care of his little sister

lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

could Mark offer

procure, or a fondness for her that

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such

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

that moment, he seemed more

a man who had declared his

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her

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

Audi cars slowly departed from

Mark found himself accompanied

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

“You put in so much effort to line up and

dolls delivered to Rena. Tell

keep his affection for a little girl a secret,

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

man, Mark believed what he could offer

didn’t believe he was

fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did

bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming

Cecilia intuited that

Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where people could buy