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

After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to

were drawn to

enamored by his family background, others captivated

their names even escaped his

Cecilia truly mattered to

engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

had lunch together and she had dozed off in his

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was

heard from Cecilia

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

she did not

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

hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing him to admire her from afar Perhaps

they were to meet, he

had nothing

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

young girl, who harbored affection for

rooted in his heart had to

he continued to long

contacting his female companions for an extended

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

the time to

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days

to his office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for

them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when

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

eased

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

should be filled with joy…

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite,

two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which

turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow.

“She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to see her anyway.”

the air, shared between Mark

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has

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

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively

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

the car, the conversation between

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

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

smiling as 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

of Mark, prompting him

was a lively

night sky, painting the city with a

of young people joyously embraced the coming

were parked nearby, a testament

Mark

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

cheeks and laughter seemed even more

happiness from afar, Mark realized how much

be despondent for a

It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite

the opportunity,

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with

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

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

his love for

hand covering her

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

even prepared an opening

a smile graced his lips as he touched

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

family had only two

loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her life

carefree life, forever

what could Mark offer

procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such

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

more

her was a man who had

whispered,

gazed at her in

feeble

black Audi cars

the car, Mark found himself

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

“You put in so much effort to

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

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

feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such emotions

to that ardent young man, Mark believed what

believe he was good

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

as the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

without Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

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