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

rolled down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to Peter,

were drawn

his family background, others

their names even

Cecilia truly

intimate relations

dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met

called him Uncle

had not heard from

a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany

she did

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half

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 group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing

meet,

had nothing

differing positions and ages imposed

young girl, who harbored affection

deeply rooted in his heart had to

to long

from contacting his female companions

character. Only Mark

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

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days

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

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

course. You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased up on

but ponder how elated

should be filled with

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

his way back to the hotel. Yearning

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

to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about

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

filled the air, shared between Mark and

to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing,

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

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively

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

within the confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took a more candid

your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be too

driver couldn’t help but be

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

brimmed with mirth. As they 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.

Mark, prompting him to look

was a lively

the night sky, painting the city

a group of young people joyously

parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

Mark caught a glimpse of

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

cheeks and laughter seemed even

from afar, Mark realized how

to be despondent for a long time after their

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

opportunity, Mark readily

car door and

if she only looked up, she could spot

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

roses, knelt down

was professing his love

covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

earnest expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help

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

he touched his forehead, contemplating his

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 blessed with her captivating looks, she could have any man she

the Fowler family had

sister-in-law, Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of

could lead a carefree

what could

or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for

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

he seemed more radiant than the entire night

who

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

her

some time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded

cars slowly departed from

himself accompanied by

spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane

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

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

a

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

Mark believed what he could offer

didn’t believe he was good enough for

unaware, little did he know that the

eyes were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

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