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 he still

rolled down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After

women were drawn

family background,

names even escaped his

truly

never engaged in any intimate relations or established

and she had dozed off in his

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

from Cecilia in

pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also

did

a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half

beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air

they were to meet, he could

nothing

and ages

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

deeply rooted in his heart had to be

he continued to long for

contacting his female companions for

believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that,

Heron, he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

girls these

returning to his office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading

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

You mostly intend to present

eased

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

young girl should be

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia once

12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back

purple rabbit dolls,

Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her

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

air, shared between Mark and

window to admire the luminous city

Peter reassured him,

Mark was relatively young for the significant position

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

confines of the car, the conversation between the two

teased, “With your abilities, having a

help but be amused

“You rascal, you’re becoming more

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. It’s quite

Mark, prompting him to look

it was

painting the city with a

young people joyously embraced the coming

nearby, a testament to their

Mark caught a

a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the

afar, Mark realized how

expected her to be despondent for a

not safe for a girl

the opportunity, Mark

patted his trousers, opened the car door

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

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

was professing his love

covering her

the earnest expression on the young man’s face,

car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place,

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

to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks,

family

take care of his little sister

could lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

what could

or a fondness for her that he couldn’t

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for himself

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

that moment, he seemed more radiant

man who had declared

whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble

cars slowly departed from

the car, Mark found himself accompanied

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

then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls.

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

keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark

feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such

man, Mark believed what he

didn’t believe he was

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

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

had traveled to Heron, the only place in this