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.

couldn’t offer her love, yet he still

up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to Peter,

women were

family background, others captivated

their names even

Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

she called him Uncle Mark, it was

not heard from Cecilia

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

did

felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

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 from afar

to meet, he could utter nothing

nothing

differing positions and

not ponder whether a young girl, who

had to be abandoned before it could

continued to

refrained from contacting his female companions for an

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

he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days

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

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

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

finally eased

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

young girl should be filled

Eve, fate reunited

meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls,

Mark and suggested, “You can meet

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

the air, shared

luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another

tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still

relatively young for the significant position

“Prime? Rena will become a mother next

car, the conversation between the two men took a

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

be amused by Peter’s playful

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

energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with

got the better of Mark, prompting him to look

it was

up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

a group of young people joyously embraced the

parked nearby, a testament to their

Mark caught a glimpse

a sparkler in her hand, she

even more enchanting than

Mark

be despondent for a long

“Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay

the opportunity, Mark readily

opened the car door and stepped out with

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

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

professing his love

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly

observed the earnest expression on the young man’s face,

car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being confessed

lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent

family

sister-in-law, Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take

a carefree life, forever a cherished

could

to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for

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

moment, he seemed more radiant than

man who had declared

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

a feeble smile

Audi cars slowly departed

car, Mark found himself accompanied

spoke to

in so much effort to line up and buy

replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention that I

his affection for a little girl a

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

Mark believed

didn’t believe he was

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

chimed announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

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