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.

yet

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

were drawn

background, others captivated

their names even

truly mattered

any intimate relations or established

off in his

way she called him Uncle Mark, it

had not heard from Cecilia in a

with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia

she did not

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and

gown that he believed to be the purest 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

if they were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing to offer

positions and ages

who

heart had to be abandoned

continued to long for

from contacting his female companions for

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

Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls

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

for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase them

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

eased up on

ponder

be filled

Eve,

exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a

him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly

to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s

rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little

air, shared between

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

Peter reassured him, “You’re

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position

saying, “Prime? Rena

car, the conversation between the two men took a more

having a

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

cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You

to jest and the atmosphere inside the car 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

Mark, prompting him to look

it was a lively

the city with a mesmerizing

a group of young people joyously

cars were parked nearby, a testament

Mark caught

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

seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

afar, Mark realized how much he missed

despondent for a long time

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

opportunity, Mark readily

trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with

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

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

was professing his

her hand covering her mouth,

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

an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being confessed

as he touched his

have some feelings 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

family

gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest

lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could Mark offer

a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for himself

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

he seemed more radiant than the entire night

who

Cecilia whispered,

her in quiet

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

cars slowly departed from

himself accompanied by the two

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

put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them to

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell

keep his affection for a little girl a

settled upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such emotions within

man, Mark believed what he could offer was

didn’t believe he was good enough for

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

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming

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

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