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 he

the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence,

were drawn to

enamored by his family background, others

names even escaped his

only Cecilia truly mattered

any intimate relations or established

she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met in

way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

had not heard from Cecilia in a

Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she

she did

twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

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

if they were to meet, he could utter

had nothing

and ages imposed insurmountable

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

in his heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

he continued to long

his female companions for an extended

was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a young

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

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days

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

I was going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed

hastened to agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly intend to present it to

finally eased up on

help but ponder

should be

the night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s respite, he closed his eyes during

adorable purple rabbit

Peter turned to Mark and suggested, “You can meet

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

air, shared between Mark and

down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re still in your

Mark was relatively young for the significant position

“Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I’ll be

conversation between the

abilities, having a child shouldn’t

couldn’t help but be

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

approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s

got the better of Mark,

was a lively

sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

the square, a group of young people

cars were parked nearby, a testament

amidst it all, Mark

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

cheeks and laughter seemed even more enchanting than

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

despondent for a long time after

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 drive

opportunity, Mark

opened the car door and stepped out with a newfound

not far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot her Uncle Mark amidst

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath

his

her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

the young man’s face, he couldn’t

even prepared an opening line, Mark remained rooted in place, silently watching

lips as he

numerous suitors to choose from. Being part

the Fowler family had only

could take care

lead a carefree life, forever

what could

sweated to procure, or a fondness for

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 striking, exuding nobility and

he seemed more

her was a man who had declared his love

whispered, “Uncle

her

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

cars slowly departed from the

in the car, Mark found himself accompanied by

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

initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls.

dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia.

for a little girl a secret, Mark chose to step

of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

believed what

believe he was good

crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming

“Uncle Mark…”

Cecilia received

mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by

only place in this country where people