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.

offer her love, yet he still yearned for

the breeze sober him up. After a

women were

family background,

of their names

truly mattered to

any intimate relations or established

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

she called him Uncle Mark, it was

had not heard from Cecilia in

proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,

she did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he

wedding, Mark’s eyes finally fell upon Cecilia, adorned in a resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a

they were to meet, he could utter nothing

nothing

and ages

a young girl, who harbored affection

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

to

female companions for an

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

he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these days

“How adorable they are! You’re heading

said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

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

finally eased up on

couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving the

young girl should be filled with

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

his way back

beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with Mark’s

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

little girl. I don’t have that

shared between Mark

down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m

tone, Peter reassured

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young

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

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

Peter teased, “With your abilities, having

couldn’t help but be amused

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

noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re

got the better of Mark, prompting

was

the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

a group of young people

parked nearby, a testament to

Mark caught a glimpse

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

seemed even more enchanting

happiness from afar, Mark realized how

her to be despondent for a long time

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 join

opportunity, Mark

door and stepped out with a

only looked up, she could spot her

erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

his love

noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

face,

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

his lips as he touched his

maybe Cecilia did have some feelings for him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part

the Fowler family had only

such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his

could lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

what could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

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

he seemed more radiant

who had declared his love

whispered, “Uncle

her

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

sleek black Audi cars

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two

softly spoke to Peter,

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

arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her

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

He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed

man, Mark believed

he was good enough

continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he

chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia

intuited that the doll must have

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