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

up. After a

were drawn to

by his family background, others captivated

of their names even

Cecilia truly mattered

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

Uncle Mark,

not heard from Cecilia

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

she did not

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

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

to meet, he could

had nothing to offer

differing positions and

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection

had to be abandoned before

continued to

female companions for an

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen

the time to

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days adored

office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to

a cigarette 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 Rena has a gift and she

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

eased

he couldn’t help but ponder how elated

be filled with joy…

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

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

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to

Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet

“She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to see her anyway.”

the air, shared

the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him,

was relatively young for

words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime?

within the confines of the car, the conversation between the two

“With your abilities, having a child

be amused by Peter’s playful

he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming

jest and the 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, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the New Year at the square. It’s

of Mark, prompting him to look

was a

night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array

a group of young people joyously embraced

cars were parked nearby, a testament

amidst it all, Mark

hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even

Mark realized

expected her to be despondent

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 and

the opportunity,

trousers, opened the car door and

believed that if she only looked up, she

uproar erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

professing his

covering her mouth, seemingly taken

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

an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently

his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

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

Fowler family

Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little

a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain

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

more radiant

a man who had

whispered, “Uncle

at her in

ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and

cars

car, Mark found himself

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

in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them

“Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and

prideful and desiring to keep his affection for a little

had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but

young man, Mark believed what he

didn’t believe he was

the sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in