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.

couldn’t offer her love, yet

window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and

women were drawn

his family background, others captivated

names

truly mattered

any intimate relations or established a formal

off in his hotel

way she called him Uncle

had not heard from Cecilia

got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared

did

lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked

wedding, Mark’s eyes finally 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

meet, he could utter

nothing to offer

and ages imposed

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

his heart had to be abandoned before it could

continued to long

female

believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen

one of Mark’s business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

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

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. You mostly intend to present it

eased up on

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

young girl should be filled with joy…

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes

purple rabbit dolls, which seemed

grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about

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

filled the air, shared between Mark

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

tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still in

was relatively young for the significant position

“Prime? Rena will become a mother next

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

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

driver couldn’t help but be amused

“You

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,

got the better of Mark, prompting him to

was a lively

the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

of young people joyously embraced the

were parked nearby, a testament

Mark caught

woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand,

flushed cheeks and laughter seemed even more

afar, Mark

expected her to be despondent

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 readily

trousers, opened the car door and

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

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the

his love

covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback and

the earnest expression on the young man’s face,

having stepped out of the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching her

smile graced his lips as he touched

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

Fowler family had only two

could take care

could lead a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could Mark

doll he sweated to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for himself

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

more radiant than

was a man who

Cecilia whispered,

her in quiet

mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before

Audi cars slowly departed

himself accompanied by the two adorable

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

hesitated to respond initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much

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

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

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia being confessed had stirred such

that ardent young man, Mark believed

was good

around him unaware, little did he

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

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming

Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

few days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in