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

the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After

women were

by his family background, others

their names even escaped his

truly mattered

never engaged in any intimate relations or

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

the way she called him Uncle Mark,

not heard from Cecilia in a long

a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany

she did

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he

Cecilia, adorned 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, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing him to admire her

to meet, he could utter nothing to

nothing

and ages imposed insurmountable

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned

he continued to long

his female companions

was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a

took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

young girls

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

was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I

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

eased

he couldn’t help but ponder how

be

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

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

turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her

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

the air, shared between Mark and

the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another year

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position

his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year

the car, the conversation

having a child shouldn’t be

driver couldn’t help but be

as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming

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 celebrating the New Year at the square.

got the better of Mark, prompting

was

sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

young people joyously embraced the

a testament

all, Mark

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

even more enchanting than the fireworks

happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

despondent for a long time

It’s not safe for a girl to stay

opportunity, Mark

his trousers, opened the car door and

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

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

was professing his

her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken

face,

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

a smile graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating

that maybe Cecilia did 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

Fowler family had only two

that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest

carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could Mark offer

or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

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

he seemed more radiant

man who had declared

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before

Audi cars slowly departed

found himself accompanied by the two adorable

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the

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

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

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

man, Mark believed

didn’t believe he was good

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

and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

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