A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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 still yearned for

sober him up. After a prolonged

women were drawn to

enamored by his family background, others captivated by

of their names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly

any intimate relations or

had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met in

called him Uncle

had not heard from Cecilia

marriage proposal. Mark

she did

lively atmosphere,

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

meet, he could utter

had nothing

positions and ages

who

had to be abandoned before it could

to long for

refrained from contacting his female companions for

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

of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

“How adorable they are! You’re heading to

I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and

course. You mostly intend to

eased

ponder

girl should be filled with joy…

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back

beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with Mark’s

“You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about

and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a

shared

city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m

tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

Mark was relatively young

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

the car, the conversation between the two men took a more

having a child shouldn’t

but be amused by Peter’s playful

“You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious

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

got the better of Mark, prompting him to

it was

painting the

the square, a group of young people joyously embraced the

cars were parked nearby, a testament to their

all, Mark caught a glimpse of

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

seemed even

from afar, Mark realized how much

had expected her to be despondent for a long time after their

sensing Mark’s emotions, pretended to 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 us

the opportunity, Mark readily

the car door and stepped out with a newfound

from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

his

her hand covering

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

prepared an opening line,

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

moment, Mark 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,

family

take care of his little sister for the rest of her life

carefree life, forever a cherished

what could

sweated to procure, or a fondness for her that

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such

her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool

that moment, he seemed more radiant than the entire

who had declared his love

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

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

Audi cars slowly

himself accompanied by the

against the plush seat, he softly spoke

gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and

his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t

desiring to keep his affection for a

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

ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer

was good enough for

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

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year,

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been

had traveled to Heron, the only place

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