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 he

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

were drawn to

by his family background, others

names

truly

any intimate relations or

she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had

him Uncle Mark, it

not heard from Cecilia in a

the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed

did not

felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat

beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing him to admire her from afar Perhaps

were to meet, he could

had nothing

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored

love deeply rooted in his heart had to be

he continued to

contacting his female companions for

was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally,

one of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two rabbit

The name was StellaLou.

girls these days adored

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

for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when

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

eased

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder

be

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

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

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly

suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she

little girl.

the air, shared between Mark and

city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by.

Peter reassured him, “You’re still in

was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant

“Prime? Rena will become a mother next

confines of the car, the conversation between

abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

be amused by Peter’s playful

“You rascal,

continued to 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.

better of Mark, prompting him to look

it was a

the city with a mesmerizing array of

of young people joyously

parked nearby, a testament to

all, Mark caught a glimpse

a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like

even more

afar, Mark realized

her to be despondent for a

safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why don’t we invite her to join us in the car and drive

opportunity,

door and stepped

Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot

uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down beneath the

was professing his love

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

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

the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place,

he touched

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

Fowler family

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

carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could Mark offer

doll he sweated to procure, or a fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for himself

in

he seemed more radiant than

was a man who had declared his

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping

black Audi cars slowly

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable

spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for tomorrow

gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia.

keep his affection for a little girl a secret,

feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being

that ardent young man, Mark believed what

he was good enough

crowd around him unaware, little did

and as the bell chimed announcing the coming

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia

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

earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only