A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1151-1160
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
the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to
were drawn to
by his family background, others captivated by
names even escaped his
only Cecilia truly mattered
engaged in any intimate
and she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had
she called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to
from
approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,
did
disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he
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
they were to meet, he
nothing to
positions and
dared not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could
heart had to be abandoned before
he continued to long
refrained from contacting his female
actions remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character.
Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in
The name was StellaLou.
heard that young girls these days adored
with 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, she’ll surely adore
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
course. You
finally eased up
he couldn’t help but ponder
girl should be
Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia
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
two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with
can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after
touched the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to
filled the air, shared
admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m
Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your
relatively young for the significant position he
trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year
conversation between the two men took
teased, “With your abilities, having a child
couldn’t help but be amused
scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious
an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver
got the better of Mark, prompting
it was a lively
night sky, painting the city
a group of young people
nearby, a testament to their wealthy
all, Mark caught a glimpse
woolen hat, holding a
flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than the
happiness from afar, Mark realized how
had expected her to be despondent
pretended 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
opportunity, Mark
car door and stepped out with
far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle
erupted in
“Proposel”
“Propose!
Propose… Propose… Propose!”
roses, knelt down beneath the
professing his love for
Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her
observed the earnest expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that this man
car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her being confessed
graced his lips as he touched
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
family had only two
Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest of her life if she
carefree life, forever a
could Mark
fondness for her that
It seemed utterly absurd.
felt such disdain
Cecilia glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was
more radiant
her was a man who
Cecilia whispered,
gazed at her
his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping
black Audi cars slowly
car, Mark found himself accompanied by the
spoke
so much effort to line up and buy those dolls.
his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia.
affection for a little
the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since
man, Mark believed
didn’t believe he was good
sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing
the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently
“Uncle Mark…”
Day, Cecilia received a
mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll
the only
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