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.

love, yet he still

After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and

were drawn

family background, others captivated by

their names even escaped

truly mattered

in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

him Uncle

from Cecilia in a

approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

she did

atmosphere, he sat

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

they were to meet, he could utter

nothing to

and ages

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

deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before

continued to

contacting his female companions for an

cultivating his character. Only Mark himself

he took the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days adored

“How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to

Rena, and I don’t want her

to agree. “Of course, of course. You

eased up on

help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving

be filled with

Year’s Eve, fate reunited

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

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash

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

touched the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have

air, shared

admire the luminous city lights

Peter reassured him, “You’re still in

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant

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

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

abilities, having a child shouldn’t be too

help but be amused by Peter’s playful

he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious by the

drove leisurely, they approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve

the better of Mark, prompting

was

up the night sky, painting the city

group of young people

cars were parked nearby, a testament

all, Mark caught a glimpse of

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

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more

Mark realized how

to be despondent for a long time after their

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

opportunity, Mark

patted his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out

from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

roses, knelt down beneath

his love for

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

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

prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

that 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, the most prominent family in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks, she could

family had only two

Waylen could take care of his little sister for

carefree life, forever

what could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

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

moment, he seemed more radiant than the entire night

a man who had declared his love for

whispered,

gazed at her in

ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting black

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from the

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable rabbit

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter,

initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give

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 little girl a secret, Mark chose

experienced feelings of

young man, Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

didn’t believe he was

him unaware, little

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming

mention, Cecilia intuited that

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