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.

her love, yet he still yearned

the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he

women were

family background, others captivated by

names even escaped his

truly mattered

engaged in any intimate relations

off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met

Uncle

had not heard from Cecilia in a

proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,

did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked

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,

they were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing to offer

and

whether a young girl, who harbored

had to be abandoned before it

continued to

from contacting his female companions for

remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that,

he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these days adored

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

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

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

eased up

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

be filled with

Year’s Eve,

he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with

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

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

shared between

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

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him,

relatively young

“Prime? Rena will become a

of the car, the conversation between

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

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

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

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

of Mark, prompting him to

was a

painting the city with

a group of young people joyously embraced

nearby, a testament

it all, Mark caught

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

even more enchanting than the

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized

had expected her 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 to stay out so late.

opportunity, Mark readily

door and stepped out with a

Mark believed that if she only

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

was professing his

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

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

opening line, Mark remained rooted in

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his

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

family had only

take care of

lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

what could Mark

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for himself

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

he seemed more radiant than the

her was a man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

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

Audi cars slowly

in the car, Mark found himself accompanied by

he softly spoke

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

his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re

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

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

that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could

believe he was good

dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming

that the doll must have been sent

the only place in this country where people could buy this