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

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

were drawn to

his family background, others captivated by his

of their names even

truly

intimate relations or established

had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their

way she called him Uncle Mark, it

had not heard from Cecilia in a long

got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany

did not

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

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 towards him, forcing

if they were to meet,

nothing to

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

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

in his heart had to be

continued to long

refrained from contacting his female companions

others, his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a

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

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these

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

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

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

finally eased up on

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving the

girl should be filled with joy…

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

made his way back

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with

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

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

the air, shared between Mark and

uplifted, Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city

reassured him, “You’re still

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant

and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will

car, the conversation between the

abilities, having a child shouldn’t be too

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

smiling as he scolded, “You

approached Fortune Square, where the 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 at the square. It’s

of Mark, prompting

it was a lively

up the night sky, painting the city

the square, a group of young people joyously embraced

a testament to their

all, Mark

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

even more enchanting than the

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how

despondent for a long time after

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

opportunity, Mark readily

car door and stepped out

far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot her

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that

professing his

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken

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

of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark

his lips as he touched

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

family

take care of his little sister for the

could lead a carefree life,

could Mark

procure, or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring himself to

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for

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

moment, he seemed more radiant than

was a man who had declared

whispered,

at her in quiet

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

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from

Mark found himself accompanied by the two

seat, he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for tomorrow

then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls.

delivered to Rena.

to keep his affection for a

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

that ardent young man, Mark believed what he

was good enough

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

announcing the

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

Heron, the only