A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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

sober him up. After a prolonged

women were

background, others captivated by

their names even escaped his

Cecilia truly mattered

never engaged in any intimate

had dozed off in his hotel suite.

she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

from Cecilia in a long

a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

she did not

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat

blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was

they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing to

and ages imposed insurmountable

girl, who harbored affection for

heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

continued to long for

from contacting his female

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

the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls

dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If

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

course, of course. You mostly intend

eased

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

young girl should be

preceding New Year’s Eve,

made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for

adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to

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

just a little girl.

shared between Mark and

city lights outside,

Peter reassured him,

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively

“Prime? Rena will become

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

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

driver couldn’t help but be amused

scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more

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

got the better of Mark, prompting him to look

was

lit up the night sky, painting the city with a

young

were parked nearby, a

amidst it all, Mark caught a

holding a sparkler in her hand,

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even

happiness from afar, Mark

had expected her to be despondent for a long time after

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. Why don’t we invite her to join

opportunity, Mark

the car door and stepped out

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

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated the

professing his

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

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

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

he touched his forehead,

that moment, Mark realized that maybe Cecilia did have some feelings for him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from.

family had only

take care of

a carefree life, forever

contrast, what could Mark

doll he sweated to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for

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

seemed more radiant than the

was a man who

Cecilia whispered,

her

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

black Audi cars slowly departed

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

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

said, “You put in so much

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

a

experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but

Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

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

that the doll

only place in this country where

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