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 yearned

up. After a

were drawn

by his family background, others captivated by his

their names

truly

any intimate relations or established a formal

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

she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

not heard from Cecilia in a

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

she did not

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

resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group

if they were to meet, he could utter nothing to

nothing to offer

differing positions and ages

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

to long

from contacting his female companions

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

one of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

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

Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t

course. You mostly intend to present it

eased up on

he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be

young girl should be filled

Eve, fate

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

adorable purple

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

doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl.

the air, shared

window to admire the luminous city lights

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

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

the confines of the car, the conversation

your abilities, having a child

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s playful

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

to jest and the atmosphere inside the 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

the better of Mark, prompting

was a lively

the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array

young people

nearby, a testament to their wealthy

amidst it all, Mark

down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a

and laughter seemed even more enchanting

from afar, Mark realized how much he

be despondent for a long time after

girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite her to join us in the car and drive her

opportunity,

door and stepped out with

Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated the

his love

hand covering

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

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

as he touched

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

family

sister-in-law, Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the

carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could Mark offer

a fondness

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such

upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence

more radiant than the entire night

a man who had declared

Cecilia whispered,

her in

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

Audi cars

himself accompanied by the two adorable

softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the

initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them to

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

prideful and desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark chose to step back

feelings of inferiority since childhood,

young man, Mark believed what he could

he was good enough

around him unaware, little did he

eyes 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 have

days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place