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 he

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

were drawn

his family background, others

names even escaped

only Cecilia truly

never engaged in any intimate relations or established a

in his

called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

had not heard from Cecilia in a

proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all,

did

disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked

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 him to admire her from afar Perhaps it was for the

to meet, he could

had nothing to offer

and ages imposed insurmountable

whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him,

had to be abandoned before it

he continued to long

his female

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

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

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls

adorable they are! You’re heading to

this for Rena, and I don’t want her

course, of course. You mostly intend

eased

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

should be filled with joy…

New Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark

felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment’s

sat two adorable purple rabbit

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

just a little girl. I don’t have that strong a desire to see

shared

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

Peter reassured

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively

smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and

conversation between the two men took

abilities, having a child shouldn’t be too

but be amused by

cigarette, smiling as he scolded, “You rascal, you’re

the atmosphere inside the car brimmed with mirth. As they drove leisurely, they approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding.

Mark, prompting him

was a

night sky, painting the city

the square, a group of young

cars were parked nearby, a testament to

amidst it all, Mark caught a

white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her

cheeks and laughter seemed even more

afar, Mark

expected her to be despondent for a long time after

“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

opened the car door and stepped out

she only looked up, she could

uproar erupted in

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

clutching a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks that illuminated the

was professing his love for

her hand covering her

on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but feel that this

an opening line, Mark remained

graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his

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

Fowler family had only two

gentle and loving woman that Waylen could take care of his little sister

could lead a carefree life, forever a

what could Mark

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

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain

upon Mark, elegantly clad in

that moment, he seemed more radiant

was a man who had declared his

whispered, “Uncle

gazed at her

mustered a feeble smile and nodded in

cars slowly departed from the

himself accompanied

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

much effort to line up and buy those dolls.

replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena.

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

experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing Cecilia

believed what he could offer was

didn’t believe he was good

crowd around him unaware, little did

announcing the

“Uncle Mark…”

New Year’s Day, Cecilia received a charming rabbit

that the doll must have been sent by

had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country