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.

yet he still yearned for

sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure

were

enamored by his family background,

of their names even escaped

truly mattered

any intimate relations or established a formal

merely had lunch together and she had dozed off in his hotel

she called him Uncle Mark,

not heard from Cecilia in a

with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

she did

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

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

were to meet, he could utter nothing

had nothing to

and ages imposed insurmountable

not ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

had to be abandoned before

continued to long for

his female companions for

cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew

business trips to Heron, he took the time to personally stand in line and procure two rabbit

The name was StellaLou.

young girls these

chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week.

cigarette and glanced at 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

You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased up

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how

should be filled with joy…

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited

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 eyes

the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed

meet her

touched the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl.

air, shared between Mark and

Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I’m another

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

accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he

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

the confines of the car, the conversation between the

“With your abilities, having

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s playful

smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re becoming more audacious by

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

the better of Mark, prompting

it was a

painting the city with a mesmerizing array

square, a group of young people joyously embraced the

a testament to their wealthy

it all, Mark caught

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

laughter seemed even more

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how much he

to be despondent for a long time after their

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

opportunity, Mark

car door and stepped

she only

erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

professing his love for

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth,

Mark observed the earnest expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but

out of the car and even prepared an opening line,

as he touched his forehead, contemplating

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

family

a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest

could lead a carefree

could

to procure, or a fondness for her that he couldn’t bring himself

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain for

clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking,

that moment, he seemed more radiant than

her was a man who had declared his love

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her in quiet

mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed from

the car, Mark found himself accompanied by

spoke to Peter, “Arrange the plane for

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

and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her

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

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

Mark believed what he could offer was exceedingly

he was good enough

him unaware, little did he know that the girl he

the bell chimed announcing the coming new

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia

that the doll

the only place in this country where