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

rolled down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he

were drawn to

background, others captivated by

of their names even escaped

Cecilia truly

intimate relations or established a formal

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

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

not heard from Cecilia in a

approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them.

she did not

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked

Rena’s 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 accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference

they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing to offer

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

to be

to long for

female companions for an extended

character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a young

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

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days

chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week.

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

course, of course. You mostly intend

eased up

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia

girl should be filled with joy…

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

felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes during the

car seat beside him sat two adorable purple

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

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

air, shared between Mark and

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

soothing tone, Peter reassured

accurate; Mark was relatively

words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and

within the confines of the car, the conversation between

having a child shouldn’t be too

driver couldn’t help but be amused by

as he scolded, “You

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

better of Mark, prompting him to look

was a lively

painting the city

of young people

nearby, a testament to their wealthy

all, Mark

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

seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

afar, Mark

expected her to be despondent for a long time

that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite her to join us in the car

the opportunity, Mark

patted his trousers, opened the car door

she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle Mark amidst

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the

his love

Mark noticed her hand covering

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

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

as he touched

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 north, and blessed with her captivating looks, she could have any man she

the Fowler family

a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the

a carefree

could

a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a

more radiant

was a man who had declared

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from the

car, Mark found himself

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter,

much effort to line up and

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

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

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

young man, Mark believed what he

he was good enough

little did he know

the bell chimed announcing the

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

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