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 he still yearned

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

women were

background,

of their names even escaped

only Cecilia truly

intimate relations or established a

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

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

not heard from Cecilia in

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

did not

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

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 from afar Perhaps it was for the

they were to meet, he could utter

nothing to offer

and ages

a young girl, who harbored affection

deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before it could

he continued to

from contacting his female companions

his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark

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

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days

they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip

I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase them

course, of course. You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased up on

couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia

be filled with joy…

night preceding New Year’s Eve,

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

him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly

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

retorted, “She’s just a little girl.

shared between

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

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

Mark was relatively young

smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become

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

having

but be amused by

“You rascal, you’re becoming more

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

the better of Mark, prompting him

was a lively

the night sky, painting the city with

young people joyously embraced

were parked nearby, a

amidst it all, Mark caught a

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

even more enchanting than

happiness from afar, Mark realized how

to be despondent for a long time

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

the opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped out

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

an uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down

professing his love for

covering her

on the young man’s face, he

prepared an opening

lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

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

Fowler family had only

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

a carefree life,

what could Mark

sweated to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

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

that moment, he seemed more

a man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in quiet

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

Audi cars slowly

in the car, Mark found himself

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

much effort

his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls 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

never experienced feelings of inferiority

Mark believed what he

was good enough for

little did he know that

the bell chimed announcing the

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

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