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

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

were

his family background, others

their names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly mattered to

in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

had not heard from

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

she did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone

he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group

to meet, he could utter

had nothing

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

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

continued to long for

from contacting his female

character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love

he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two rabbit

The name was StellaLou.

girls

adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next

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 them

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

eased

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

young girl should be filled with joy…

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

way back to the hotel.

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash

grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet

retorted, “She’s just a little girl.

air, shared between Mark

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights

tone, Peter reassured

Mark was relatively

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

conversation between the two

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

driver couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s playful

as he scolded, “You rascal,

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. It’s quite

better of Mark, prompting

it was a

the city with a mesmerizing array of

group of young people joyously embraced the coming

parked nearby, a testament to their

amidst it all, Mark caught a

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

seemed even more

afar, Mark realized

expected her to be despondent for a long time after

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

opportunity,

the car door and stepped

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

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down beneath the mesmerizing

was professing his

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken

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

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

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent

the Fowler family had

take care of his little

could lead a carefree

what could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for

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

seemed more radiant than the entire night

a man who

whispered,

at her in quiet

time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping

Audi cars slowly

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the

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

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

keep his affection for a little girl a secret,

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

to that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could

was

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

the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received

that the doll must have been sent by

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