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.

her love, yet

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

women were drawn to

background, others

names

truly mattered

any intimate relations

off in

she called him Uncle

had not heard from Cecilia in

Mark

she did

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

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 him to admire her

they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing

differing positions and ages

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

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

he continued to

female companions

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

Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and

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

glanced at Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

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

eased

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

girl should be

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes during

him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which

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

the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl.

filled the air, shared between Mark and

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

Peter reassured him, “You’re

Mark was relatively young for the

and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena

conversation between the two

teased, “With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

couldn’t help but be amused

he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more

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 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

lit up the night sky, painting the city with

young people joyously embraced the coming

were parked nearby, a

Mark caught

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

laughter seemed even

from afar, Mark

be despondent for a long time

girl

the opportunity, Mark

patted his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with a newfound

she only looked up, she

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

man, clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated

was professing his love

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

observed 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 remained rooted in place, silently watching her being confessed

his lips as he touched his forehead,

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

family

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

could lead a carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could Mark offer

sweated to procure, or a fondness for her

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for

clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking, exuding nobility

moment, he seemed more radiant

who had declared his love for

Cecilia whispered,

at her

feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping

cars slowly departed from the

the car, Mark found himself accompanied by the

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

“You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them to

eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia.

prideful and desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark

had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

man, Mark believed what he could

he was good enough

little did he

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a

intuited that the doll must have been sent

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