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.
couldn’t offer her love, yet
down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After
were drawn to
his family background, others captivated by his
their names even escaped
truly
engaged in any intimate
off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met
the way she called him Uncle Mark, it
had not heard from Cecilia in
got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,
she did
a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half
be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She
if they were to meet, he could utter
had nothing to
differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable
who harbored affection for him, could withstand such
heart had to
he continued to
refrained from contacting his female companions for an
They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew
took the time to personally stand in line
The name was StellaLou.
young girls these days adored
to his office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to
going to give them 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 them
agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly intend to present it
eased up on
was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder
be
New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia
endured a grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes
adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash
can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after all
doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t
shared between Mark
the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has
reassured
assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young
his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next
the confines of the car, the conversation between the two
your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be
couldn’t help but be
smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more
where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the New Year at
Mark,
was
up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array
the square, a group of young people joyously embraced the
nearby, a
Mark caught
jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree young
even
from afar, Mark
had expected her to be despondent
not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we
opportunity, Mark readily
patted his trousers, opened the car door and stepped
if she only looked
erupted
“Proposel”
“Propose!
Propose… Propose… Propose!”
a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks
was professing his
covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and
observed the earnest expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that this man
stepped out of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being
graced his lips as he touched
realized that 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, the most
the Fowler family had only
woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her life if
carefree life, forever a
contrast, what could
he sweated to procure, or a fondness
It seemed utterly absurd.
never felt such
glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a
seemed more radiant than the entire
was a man who had declared
Cecilia whispered, “Uncle
at her in quiet
faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in
Audi cars slowly departed
found himself accompanied by the two adorable
against the plush seat, he softly spoke
his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those
eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re
and desiring to keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark
settled upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such
believed
believe he was good
crowd around him unaware, little did he
as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently
“Uncle Mark…”
New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a
that the doll must have been
the only place in this country where people could buy this
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