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.

offer her love, yet he still

window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure

were drawn

family background, others captivated by his

names even escaped his

truly mattered

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal

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

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

had not heard from Cecilia in a

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

she did not

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and

gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air

meet, he could utter

nothing

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could

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

continued to long

female companions for

They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself

one of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these days

couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a

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

agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased up on

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

young girl should be filled with joy…

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

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

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with

can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after

retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong

the air, shared between Mark and

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another

reassured

was accurate; Mark was relatively

“Prime? Rena will

the conversation

your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

be amused by

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

where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The

better of Mark, prompting him

was a lively

the city with a mesmerizing array of

group of young people joyously embraced

were parked nearby, a testament to

all, Mark caught a

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

even more

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

her to be despondent for a long time after

It’s not safe for a girl

opportunity,

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped out with

she only

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down

his love

hand covering

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

opening line, Mark remained rooted in place,

as he touched his forehead, contemplating his

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 prominent family

Fowler family had

loving woman that Waylen could take care

a carefree life, forever

what could Mark offer

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such

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

moment, he seemed more radiant than

who had declared his love for

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting black

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed

the car, Mark found himself accompanied by the

seat, he softly spoke

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

his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena.

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

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

man, Mark believed what he could

he was

unaware, little did he know that the girl

the bell chimed announcing

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a charming

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

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