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

After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure

women were drawn

family background, others captivated by

of their names even

Cecilia truly

any intimate relations or established a

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

Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

heard from Cecilia in a long

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

she did not

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

wedding, Mark’s eyes finally fell upon Cecilia, adorned in a resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was

if they were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing

positions and

who harbored

rooted in his heart had to be abandoned

he continued to

contacting his female companions

actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had

took the time to personally stand in line and procure two

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

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

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

You mostly intend to present it to Miss

eased up on

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how

girl should be filled with joy…

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

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

purple rabbit dolls,

Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after all

and retorted, “She’s just a little

filled the air, shared between Mark and

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

Peter reassured him, “You’re

accurate; Mark was relatively young for

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

the conversation between the two men took a

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

driver couldn’t help but be

a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious by the

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

better of Mark, prompting him to look

it was

up the night sky, painting the city with a

square, a group of young people joyously

parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

it all, Mark caught a glimpse of

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

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more

Mark realized how much he

to be despondent for a

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

the opportunity, Mark readily

door and stepped

that if she only looked up, she could spot

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down

was professing his

her hand covering her mouth,

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

stepped out of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being

a smile graced his lips as 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,

Fowler family had only

Waylen could take care of his little sister for the

could lead a carefree

contrast, what could Mark offer

a fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain

elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking,

he seemed more

a man who had declared his

whispered,

gazed at her in

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

cars slowly departed from the

in the car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two

he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for

much effort to

to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention that I

keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark chose

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

ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer was

didn’t believe he was good enough for

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear

and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been

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