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 still

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

women were

family background,

names

Cecilia truly mattered to

intimate relations or established a formal

had merely had lunch together and she had dozed off in his hotel

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

had not heard from Cecilia in a long

pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

did not

lively atmosphere, he

wedding, Mark’s eyes finally 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 a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing him to admire her

were to meet, he could utter

nothing to

and ages

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever

to

contacting his female companions

Charlie and others, his actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in

he took the time to

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days adored

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

and glanced at 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 when

You mostly

eased up

ponder how elated Cecilia

should be filled

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

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

car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit

“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

the air, shared between Mark and

car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by.

soothing tone, Peter reassured

Mark was relatively young for the significant

Peter’s comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next

the car, the conversation between the

“With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

as he scolded, “You rascal,

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

better of Mark, prompting him

was a

painting the city with a

group of young people joyously embraced the

were parked nearby, a testament

all, Mark caught a glimpse of

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

and laughter seemed even more

from afar, Mark realized how much

had expected her to be despondent

sensing Mark’s emotions, 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 car

opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped

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

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down beneath the

his love for

Mark noticed her hand covering her

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

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

his lips as he touched his forehead,

maybe 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,

Fowler family had only

a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take

could lead a carefree life, forever a

what could Mark

procure, or a fondness for her

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain for

eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit.

that moment, he seemed more radiant than the

man who

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction

cars slowly departed from the

in the car, Mark found himself

back against the plush seat, he softly spoke to

initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and

eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t

desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark chose to step back

car. He had never experienced feelings of

young man, Mark believed

he was good enough

around him unaware, little did he know that the girl

announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia

without Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

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