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.

love, yet he still

After

women were

his family background,

of their names

Cecilia truly mattered to

engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

him Uncle Mark, it

not heard from Cecilia

approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia

she did not

the lively atmosphere, he

he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference

to meet, he could utter nothing

nothing to

positions and ages

a young girl, who

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

continued to

female companions for

his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a young

took the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

his office with the 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 these to Cecilia, she’ll

this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a

course, of course. You

eased up on

help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be

girl should be filled with joy…

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

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

car seat beside him sat two adorable purple

a cheerful grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time

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

shared

the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year

tone, Peter reassured

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he

smiled, saying, “Prime?

the car, the conversation between the two men took a more

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

but be amused by Peter’s playful

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

where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s

better of Mark, prompting him to look

was

night sky, painting the city with a

the square, a group of young

a testament to their

all, Mark caught

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

even more enchanting

afar, Mark realized

to be despondent for a

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

opportunity,

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with a

from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down

was professing his

hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

expression on the young man’s face, he

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

lips as he touched his forehead,

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,

Fowler family had only two

could take care of his little sister for the rest of

a carefree life, forever a cherished

could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain

Cecilia glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking,

moment, he seemed more radiant than the

man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

at her

He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed

found himself accompanied by the two adorable

softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for

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

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

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

young man, Mark believed what he

didn’t believe he was good enough for

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

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming

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

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