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

down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After

were drawn to

his family background, others captivated by his

their names even escaped

truly

engaged in any intimate

off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it

had not heard from Cecilia in

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

she did

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

be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She

if they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing to

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

heart had to

he continued to

refrained from contacting his female companions for an

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew

took the time to personally stand in line

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these days adored

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

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

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

eased up on

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder

be

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia

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

adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash

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

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

shared between Mark

the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has

reassured

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young

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

the confines of the car, the conversation between the two

your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

couldn’t help but be

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

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

Mark,

was

up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array

the square, a group of young people joyously embraced the

nearby, a

Mark caught

jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree young

even

from afar, Mark

had expected her to be despondent

not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we

opportunity, Mark readily

patted his trousers, opened the car door and stepped

if she only looked

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

was professing his

covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

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

stepped out of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being

graced his lips as he touched

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

the Fowler family had only

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

carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could

he sweated to procure, or a fondness

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such

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

seemed more radiant than the entire

was a man who had declared

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

at her in quiet

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

Audi cars slowly departed

found himself accompanied by the two adorable

against the plush seat, he softly spoke

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

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

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

settled upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such

believed

believe he was good

crowd around him unaware, little did he

as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

that the doll must have been

the only place in this country where people could buy this