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

window, letting the breeze sober him up. After

women were drawn

his family background,

names even escaped

only Cecilia truly mattered to

never engaged in any intimate relations

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

way she called him Uncle Mark,

not heard from

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

did

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked

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

to meet, he

nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable

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

his heart had to be abandoned before it could

he continued to long for

refrained from contacting his female companions

remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark

trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls

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

them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want

course, of course. You mostly intend to present

finally eased up on

he couldn’t help but ponder how elated Cecilia would be

should be filled with joy…

Eve,

his way back to the hotel. Yearning for

car seat beside him sat two adorable purple

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

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

air, shared

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another

Peter reassured him,

Peter’s assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for

Peter’s comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a

of the car, the conversation between the two men took a

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

couldn’t help but be

lit a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You

driver noticed an energetic New Year’s

Mark,

it was a

the city with a

group of young people

a testament to their

Mark caught a

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

and laughter seemed even more enchanting than

from afar, Mark realized how much he missed

had expected her to be despondent

and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to

the opportunity,

the car door

that if she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle Mark amidst the

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing

his love

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth,

the young man’s face, he couldn’t

stepped out of the car and even prepared an opening line,

as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

realized 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 in the north, and blessed with her captivating looks, she could have any man

family had only

and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little

lead a carefree life, forever

could Mark

procure, or a fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain

upon Mark, elegantly clad in a

seemed more radiant

her was a man who had

whispered, “Uncle

at her

eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in

cars slowly departed from

in the car, Mark found himself

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to

“You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You

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

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

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

that ardent young man, Mark believed what he could

was good

sky continued to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he

the bell chimed announcing the coming new year,

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the

the only place in this country where people could buy