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

sober him up. After

women were

his family background, others captivated by

names even escaped

only Cecilia truly mattered

intimate relations or

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

him Uncle

had not heard from Cecilia in

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

she did

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

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

they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing to offer

positions and ages

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

deeply rooted in his heart had to be abandoned before

he continued to long

refrained from contacting his female companions for an extended

was cultivating his character. Only

to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days

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

lit a cigarette and glanced at Peter. “Who said I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

course, of course. You mostly intend to

finally eased up

couldn’t help but ponder how

young girl should be filled with joy…

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and

way back to the hotel.

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly

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

touched the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a

the air, shared

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights

reassured him,

Mark was relatively young for the significant

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

within the confines of the car, the conversation

“With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be

be

scolded, “You

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

Mark, prompting him to look

it was

up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

a group of young people joyously embraced the coming

were parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

all, Mark

and a woolen hat, holding a

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized

expected her to be despondent for a long time

to be taken aback 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

opportunity, Mark readily

car door and stepped out with a

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

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated

his

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth,

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

out of the car and even prepared an opening line,

his lips as he

to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks,

Fowler family had only two

Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her

lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could Mark

he sweated to procure, or a fondness for her

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for

Cecilia glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool

more radiant

was a man who

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

at her in

his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting

Audi cars slowly departed from

found himself accompanied by the two adorable rabbit

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to Peter, “Arrange

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

his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to

prideful and desiring to keep his affection for a little

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of

man, Mark believed what he could offer

he was good

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

chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received a charming

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

Heron, the only place in