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 for

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

were drawn to

background,

their names even

truly mattered

any intimate relations or established a

had dozed off in

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

not heard from Cecilia in a long

with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would

she did

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

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

were to meet,

nothing to offer

and ages

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long

refrained from contacting his female companions for

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

he took the time to personally stand

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these

returning to his 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 these to Cecilia, she’ll

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

hastened to agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly intend

eased up

but ponder

should be filled with

Year’s Eve, fate

felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit

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

doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to see

air, shared between Mark and

city lights outside, sighing,

reassured him, “You’re still in your

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for

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

the conversation

teased, “With your abilities, having

help but be amused by

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

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

of Mark, prompting

was a lively

lit up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array of

group of young

parked nearby, a

all, Mark

woolen hat, holding a sparkler

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even

from afar, Mark

be despondent for a

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

the opportunity, Mark readily

trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with

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

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

was professing his love

reaction, Mark noticed 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

the car and even prepared an opening line,

he touched his forehead,

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

the Fowler family

take care of his little sister for

a carefree

could Mark offer

or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring

It seemed utterly absurd.

such

elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His

that moment, he seemed more radiant than

a man who had

whispered,

her

faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble

cars slowly departed

car, Mark found himself accompanied by

softly spoke

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

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

his affection for a little

upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such emotions

Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

didn’t believe he was good

the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know

chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

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