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

breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to Peter, “How

women were drawn

background, others captivated by his

their names

only Cecilia truly

engaged in any intimate relations

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

way she called him Uncle

heard from Cecilia

with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

she did not

of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat

be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group

were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

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

to long

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 love

Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to Cecilia,

going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t

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

eased up

he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be upon receiving

be filled with joy…

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the

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

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

little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to

air, shared between Mark and

admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has

reassured

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the

Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will

the conversation between

teased, “With your abilities, having a

be amused

“You rascal, you’re becoming more

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.

of Mark, prompting him

was

sky, painting the city with

group of young people joyously embraced the

parked nearby, a

it all, Mark

a sparkler in her hand, she looked like

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the

afar, Mark realized how

had expected her to be despondent for a long time

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, Mark

the car door and stepped out with a newfound

Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing

was professing his love for

reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

earnest expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t

car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being confessed

lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

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 captivating looks, she could have any

Fowler family had only two

that Waylen could take care of

lead a carefree life, forever a

could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such

in a

moment, he seemed more radiant

man who had declared his

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her in

feeble smile and nodded in

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from the

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable rabbit

back against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter,

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

and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention that

keep his affection for a little girl a secret, Mark

upon Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such

that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer

was good

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

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out his

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a

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

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