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

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

were drawn to

background, others captivated by

names even

only Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations or established

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

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

not heard from Cecilia

Rena 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

purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a

if they were to meet, he could

nothing to offer

and ages

who harbored affection for

heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

to

his female companions for

his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally,

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

The name was StellaLou.

girls these

heading to Duefron for a business trip next

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

of course. You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased up

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

be filled with joy…

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and

utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel.

car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to

Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on

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

filled the air, shared between

the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

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

within the confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took a more

teased, “With your abilities, having

help but be amused by Peter’s playful

cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal,

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 Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a

Mark, prompting him

it was

the city with a

young people joyously embraced

a

amidst it all, Mark caught

a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a

and laughter seemed even

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

to be despondent for a

to 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

the opportunity, Mark readily

door and stepped out with

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

erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

his love for

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken

man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that

opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating

numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the north, and blessed with

family had

could take

could lead a carefree life, forever a

what could

sweated to procure, or a fondness for her that he couldn’t

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for himself

elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence

seemed more

her was a man who had declared

Cecilia whispered,

at her

mustered a feeble

sleek black Audi cars slowly

the car, Mark found himself accompanied by

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

and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them

his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena.

to keep his affection for a

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

ardent young man, Mark believed

didn’t believe he was good enough for

fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

the only place in this country