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

breeze sober him up. After a

women were drawn to

his family background, others

of their names

Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a

merely had lunch together and she had dozed off in his hotel

she called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

had not heard from Cecilia in a long

with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany

did not

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone

beheld. She

if they were to meet, he could utter nothing

nothing

and ages imposed insurmountable

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who

in his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long for

contacting his female companions

others, 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

he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these

help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business

lit a cigarette and glanced 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 Rena has a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase them solely for

You mostly intend to

eased

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated

girl should be filled with

Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia

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

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

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

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

air, shared

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

reassured him,

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be

the conversation between the two men took

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

help but be

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

Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver

of Mark, prompting

was a lively

up the night sky, painting the

square, a group of young people joyously embraced the

parked nearby, a testament

it all, Mark caught

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

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how

had expected her to be despondent for a long

not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite her to join us in the

the opportunity, Mark readily

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped

Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

his love for

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

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

having stepped out of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained

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

realized 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 family in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks, she could have any man

family

was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister

carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could Mark offer

or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for himself

elegantly clad in a light-colored wool

more radiant

who had

whispered, “Uncle

at her in quiet

ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction

black Audi cars slowly

in the car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

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

gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort

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

desiring to keep his affection for a little

the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

man, Mark believed what he could offer

was good enough for

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia

Cecilia intuited that the

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