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.

yet he

sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure

women were

family background, others

their names

Cecilia truly mattered to

intimate relations or

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

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to

from Cecilia in

family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would

she did

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

adorned in a 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 Perhaps it was for

meet, he could

had nothing to

differing positions and

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before

to

his female companions for an

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

trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

young girls

office with 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

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

“Of course, of course. You mostly intend

finally eased

but ponder

be filled

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

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

him sat two adorable purple rabbit

cheerful grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow.

little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to

air, shared between Mark

to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another

reassured him,

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

“Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be

the confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took a more candid

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

help but be amused

cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal,

Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it

Mark, prompting

it was

up the night sky, painting the city with

young people joyously

parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

all, Mark caught a glimpse of

in a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she

laughter seemed even more

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark

despondent for a

Mark’s emotions, pretended to be taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to

the opportunity,

trousers, opened the car door and stepped

believed that if she only looked up, she

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down

professing his love

noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly

the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that

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

he touched his

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

Fowler family had only two

a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take

carefree life,

contrast, what could

sweated to procure, or a fondness

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for himself

fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a

more radiant than the entire

man who

whispered,

gazed at her

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

black Audi cars slowly departed

the car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two

he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange

hesitated to respond initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort

arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to

prideful and desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret,

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

believed what he could offer was

he was good enough for

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

eyes were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

without Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

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