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 still

up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and

were drawn to

enamored by his family background, others captivated by

of their names even escaped

truly mattered to

any intimate relations or established a formal

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

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

heard from

marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would

she did not

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

fell upon Cecilia, adorned in a resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by

they were to meet,

had nothing

and ages imposed insurmountable

a young girl, who harbored

to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long for

contacting his female companions for an extended

his character.

to Heron, he took the time to personally

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days

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

give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena

hastened to agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly

finally eased up

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

young girl should be filled with

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

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

two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with

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

little girl.

air, shared between

rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights

reassured him, “You’re still in your

was relatively

saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be

confines of the car, the conversation between the two

Peter teased, “With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

help but be amused by Peter’s

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

approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s

better of Mark, prompting him to look

was a

the night sky, painting the city

of young

parked nearby, a testament to

amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse

and a woolen hat, holding a

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how much

had expected her to be despondent for a

pretended to be taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so

opportunity,

opened the car door and stepped out with a

Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated the

professing his

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly

young man’s face, he couldn’t help

car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained

smile graced his lips as he

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

the Fowler family had

that Waylen could take care of his little

carefree life, forever a

what could

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such

upon Mark, elegantly clad in a

more radiant than the

a man who had

Cecilia whispered,

her in

time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting

black Audi cars slowly departed

found himself accompanied by the two adorable rabbit

back against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for

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

delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t

to keep his affection for a little girl a

He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being

ardent young man, Mark believed

he was

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

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia

intuited that the doll must

few days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only