A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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

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

women were drawn

enamored by his family background, others captivated

of their names even

truly mattered

any intimate relations

she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met in a single

she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

from Cecilia in

Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

she did not

a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he

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

to meet,

had nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be

continued to

from contacting his female companions for an extended

enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character.

he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days adored

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

to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase

of course. You mostly intend to present it to Miss

finally eased up

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

girl should be filled with joy…

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

way back to the

two adorable purple

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

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

air, shared

admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing,

a soothing tone, Peter reassured

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position

words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be

of the car, the conversation between

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

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

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

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 smile,

of Mark, prompting

it was a

the city with

a group of young people joyously embraced the coming

a

Mark caught a

jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the fireworks

from afar, Mark realized how much he

despondent for a

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

opportunity,

his trousers, opened the car door

Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down

was professing his

covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

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

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

his lips as he

him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being

family had

a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care

lead a carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could

a fondness

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for

eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking, exuding nobility

more radiant than the entire night

man who had declared his love

whispered, “Uncle

her in quiet

eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded

Audi cars

Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter,

then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much

dolls delivered to Rena.

for a little girl

settled upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since

young man, Mark believed what he could offer

believe he was good enough

continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did

chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia

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

had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where

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