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 still

sober him up. After a

women were

family background, others captivated

their names even

truly

engaged in any intimate

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

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it was

heard from Cecilia in a

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

did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a

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

they were to meet, he could utter nothing to

had nothing

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

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

his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

he continued to long for

from contacting his female companions

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

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

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a

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

agree. “Of course, of course. You

finally eased

but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon

girl should be filled

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel.

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit

“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 desire to see her

the air, shared

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

Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

accurate; Mark was relatively

trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next

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

having a child shouldn’t

help but be amused by Peter’s playful

“You rascal, you’re becoming

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

better of Mark, prompting him

was a lively

the city with

young

were parked nearby, a testament

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse of

a woolen hat, holding a sparkler

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting

happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

to be despondent for a long time

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

the opportunity, Mark readily

the car door and

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

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down beneath the

his love for

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth,

man’s face,

car and even prepared an opening line,

a smile graced his lips as he touched his forehead,

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

Fowler family had

that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her

a carefree life, forever

could Mark

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for himself

glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking, exuding nobility

seemed more radiant than the entire night

a man who had declared his love

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her in

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

Audi cars slowly departed

the car, Mark found himself accompanied by

seat, he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange

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

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

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

had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing

ardent young man, Mark believed

believe he was good enough for

vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear

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

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that

only place in