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 yearned for

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

were drawn

background, others captivated by his

their names even escaped his

truly mattered

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

together and she had dozed off in his

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

heard from Cecilia in

approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would

she did

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

hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference

meet, he could

had nothing to offer

differing positions and ages

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection

his heart had to

he continued to

refrained from contacting his female companions

believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had

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

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next

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

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

finally eased up on

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon

young girl should be filled with

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia

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

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

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

just a little

air, shared between Mark and

city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another year

soothing tone, Peter reassured

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant

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

the conversation between the two men took a more candid

“With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t

but be amused by Peter’s playful

lit a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You

the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it

better of Mark, prompting

it was

painting the city with

group of young people

nearby, a testament

it all, Mark

holding a sparkler in

and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

from afar, Mark realized how much

her to be despondent for a long

for a girl

opportunity,

the car door and

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

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

professing his

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

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

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

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

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 have any man

family

was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister

carefree

what could

sweated to procure, or a fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

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

seemed more

her was a man who had declared his love for

whispered, “Uncle

her

feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting black

sleek black Audi cars slowly

in the car, Mark found himself

softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the

then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at

delivered to Rena.

affection for a little girl a

in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

man, Mark believed what he could offer was

he was good enough

around him unaware, little

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the

earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country