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

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

were

background, others

names even escaped

truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations

dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met in a

called him Uncle Mark, it was

had not heard from Cecilia

family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After

she did not

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

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

if they were to meet, he could

had nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long

female

his character. Only

the time to personally stand in line and procure two

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls

“How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week.

and glanced at 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

course. You mostly

finally eased up

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving

be filled with

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes during

him sat two adorable purple rabbit

suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after

just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to

filled the air, shared

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

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

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

within the confines of the car, the conversation between the

your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

help but be amused by Peter’s

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

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

better of Mark, prompting him

it was a

painting the city with a mesmerizing

group of young people joyously embraced the

were parked nearby, a testament to

it all, Mark

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

even more enchanting than the

Mark

had expected her to be despondent for a long

for a girl to stay out so late. Why

opportunity, Mark

door and stepped out with a newfound

believed that if she only

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down

professing his love for

hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

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

out of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark

lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

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

Fowler family had only

that Waylen could take care of

carefree life, forever a

what could

he sweated to procure, or a fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for himself

fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in

more radiant

was a man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

her

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

black Audi cars slowly

car, Mark found himself

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

initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to

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

desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark chose to step back

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

believed what he could

believe he was

to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing alone behind

chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

only place in this country where people could buy this