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.

offer her love, yet

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

women were

by his family background, others

of their names even escaped his

Cecilia truly mattered

intimate relations

dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had

way she called him Uncle Mark, it

from Cecilia

family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them.

did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

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 him to admire

if they were to meet,

had nothing

and

whether a young girl, who harbored affection

had to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long

refrained from contacting his female companions for

remained enigmatic. They believed he was cultivating his character. Only Mark himself knew that, unintentionally, he had fallen in love with a

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

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

going to give them to her? I bought this for Rena, and

You mostly intend to present

eased up on

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

be filled

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

way back to the hotel.

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

meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she moved on after all this

touched the rabbit doll’s ear and retorted, “She’s just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire

the air, shared between Mark and

luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone

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

relatively young for

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

the conversation between the two men took a

having a child

couldn’t help but be amused by Peter’s

“You

an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a

got the better of Mark, prompting him to

was a

sky, painting the city with

square, a group of young people joyously embraced the coming

a

all, Mark caught

holding a sparkler in

and laughter seemed even more enchanting than

from afar, Mark realized

had expected her to be despondent for a long time

It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so late. Why

the opportunity, Mark

trousers, opened the car door and stepped

Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could

an uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

professing his love for

covering

the young man’s face,

the car and even prepared an opening line, Mark

he touched his

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

Fowler family had only two

sister-in-law, Rena, was such a gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister for

lead a carefree life, forever

could Mark

sweated to procure, or a fondness for her

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain

eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool suit. His presence was striking, exuding

he seemed more radiant than the entire

her was a man who had declared

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her

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

cars slowly departed from the

found himself accompanied by the two

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

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

eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to

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

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

believed what he could offer was exceedingly

didn’t believe he was good enough for

with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did

and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must

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