A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1151-1160
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 yearned
the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked
were drawn to
family background, others captivated by his
their names even escaped his
Cecilia truly mattered
engaged in any intimate
had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met
called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to
not heard from Cecilia
got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for
she did not
a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half
adorned in a resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was
were to meet, he could utter nothing
had nothing to offer
and ages imposed insurmountable
girl, who harbored
to be abandoned before it could ever be
to long for
female companions for an
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 rabbit
The name was StellaLou.
young girls
with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron
bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and
You mostly intend
eased up on
couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon
girl should be filled with joy…
preceding New Year’s Eve, fate
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
Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after all
just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to
filled the air, shared between Mark
to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another year
reassured
accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he
smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will
of the car, the conversation
having a child shouldn’t
driver couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s
cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You
noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver
Mark, prompting him to
it was a
the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing
group of young people joyously
parked nearby, a testament to their
amidst it all, Mark
a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler
cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks
from afar, Mark
to be despondent for a long
said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t
opportunity, Mark
the car door and stepped out with a
Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could
uproar erupted in
“Proposel”
“Propose!
Propose… Propose… Propose!”
a bouquet of roses, knelt down
his
reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly
expression on the young man’s face,
car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained
he touched his forehead, contemplating
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 her captivating looks, she could
family had
Waylen could take care of his
carefree
contrast, what could
procure, or a fondness for her that
It seemed utterly absurd.
felt such disdain for
Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence
seemed more radiant than the entire night
man who had declared
whispered,
at her
faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting
sleek black Audi cars
himself accompanied
the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter,
so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at
dolls delivered to Rena.
his affection for a little
feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred
man, Mark believed what he could offer
he was good enough for
continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was
the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out his
“Uncle Mark…”
Day, Cecilia received a charming
mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must
the only place in this country where people
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