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 he

up. After a

women were

enamored by his family background, others captivated

names even

truly mattered to

in any intimate

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

him Uncle

heard from Cecilia in a

Rena got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark

she did

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

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

they were to meet, he could utter nothing to

nothing

and ages imposed insurmountable

a young girl, who harbored

in his heart had to

continued to

female companions

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

business trips to Heron, he took the time

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

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

Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed

of course. You mostly intend to present it to

eased

but ponder how elated Cecilia would

be filled

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia once

exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a

him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which

turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow.

rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to see her

air, shared between Mark and

uplifted, Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

was accurate; Mark was relatively young

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

confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took

teased, “With your abilities, having a

couldn’t help but be amused by

as he scolded, “You rascal,

they drove leisurely, they approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New

of Mark, prompting

it was

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

of young people joyously embraced

nearby, a testament to their

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse

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

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how much

to be despondent for

pretended 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 us in the

opportunity,

the car door and stepped out with

if she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down beneath

his

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her

young man’s face, he couldn’t

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

he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the

the Fowler family

Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest

a carefree life, forever

contrast, what could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for himself

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

seemed more radiant than

who had declared his love for

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her in

a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping

black Audi cars slowly departed

Mark found himself accompanied by the

he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange

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

delivered to Rena.

for a little girl a secret,

He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but

that ardent young man, Mark believed

believe he was good enough for

sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing alone behind

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

to Heron, the only place in this country where people could