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.

love, yet

breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked

women were drawn to

by his family background, others captivated by

their names even

only Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations or established

had lunch together and she had dozed off in

the way she called him Uncle

not heard from Cecilia in

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

she did not

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

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 towards him, forcing him to admire her from afar Perhaps it was for

if they were to meet, he could utter nothing to

nothing

and

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him,

rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before it

continued to long for

contacting his female

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

Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days

they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these

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

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

finally eased up on

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

young girl should be filled with joy…

the night preceding New Year’s Eve,

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

adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to

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

ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I

filled the air, shared between Mark and

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

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still

was relatively young for the

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

conversation between the two men took a more candid

having a child shouldn’t be

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s playful

lit a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming

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

the better of Mark,

it was

painting the city with a mesmerizing

of young people joyously

cars were parked nearby, a testament to their

Mark caught a glimpse of

down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand,

even

afar, Mark realized how much

expected her to be despondent for a long

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

the opportunity, Mark

his trousers, opened the car door and

that if she only looked

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

of roses, knelt down beneath

professing his love for

noticed her hand covering

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

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

a smile graced his lips as he

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

family

Waylen could take care of his little sister for

could lead a carefree life,

could Mark

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

had never felt such disdain

Cecilia glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a

he seemed more

man who had declared his

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her in quiet

a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two

spoke to

respond initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them

replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell

keep his affection for a

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing

believed what he

he was good enough

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

bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia

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

few days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where people could buy