A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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 for

After a prolonged silence, he feigned

women were

background, others

their names even

truly

intimate

she had dozed off in his hotel

called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

not heard from

proposal. Mark assumed

did not

felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him,

were to meet, he could utter

nothing to

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

who harbored affection for him,

in his heart had to be

to long for

from contacting his female companions

he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that,

to Heron, he took the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days adored

“How adorable they are! You’re heading to

them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I

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

finally eased up

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

should be filled

Year’s Eve, fate

he made his way back to

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit

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

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

shared between Mark

the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone

reassured

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

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

confines of the car, the conversation

Peter teased, “With your abilities, having a

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

he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more

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

got the better of Mark, prompting him to

it was a lively

up the night sky, painting the city with a

young people joyously embraced the

were parked nearby, a

it all, Mark caught

jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand,

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

afar, Mark realized how much

expected her to be despondent for a long time after

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

the opportunity, Mark readily

car door and stepped out with

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

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

professing his

covering

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

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

graced his lips as he touched his

to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in

Fowler family had only

that Waylen could take care of his little sister

a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could

to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain

elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit.

that moment, he seemed more radiant

was a man who had declared

whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

a feeble

black Audi cars slowly departed

himself accompanied by the two

seat, he 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

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

his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark

feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing

believed what he could offer

was

the sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear

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

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been

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

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