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

breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to Peter, “How

were drawn to

by his family background, others

of their names

Cecilia truly mattered

in any intimate relations or established

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

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was

had not heard from Cecilia in

pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she

she did not

of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and

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

if they were to meet, he

had nothing to offer

and ages imposed insurmountable

girl, who harbored affection

rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before it could

to long

refrained from contacting his female companions

his character. Only Mark himself

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

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to

I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her

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

eased up

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia

be filled with joy…

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly

meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after

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

filled the air, shared between Mark

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

Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

was accurate; Mark was relatively

comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become

of the car, the conversation between the

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

driver couldn’t help but be

a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious

continued to 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

better of Mark,

was a lively

night sky, painting the

square, a group of young people joyously embraced

parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

Mark caught a glimpse of

and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even

Mark realized how much he missed

be despondent for a long

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 to join us in the car

the opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped

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

uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

man, clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

professing his love for

covering her mouth, seemingly taken

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

of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted

as he touched

she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of

Fowler family had only two

take care of

carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could

sweated to procure, or a fondness for her

It seemed utterly absurd.

such

clad in a light-colored wool suit.

more radiant than

who had declared his love

whispered, “Uncle

her in quiet

a feeble smile and

black Audi cars slowly departed

himself accompanied

he softly spoke to

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

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

and desiring 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

that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer was

was good enough for

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

eyes were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out his

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a charming

Cecilia intuited that

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