A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1151-1160

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

letting the breeze sober him up. After

women were

family background, others captivated by

their names even escaped

only Cecilia truly mattered

intimate relations or established a formal

merely had lunch together and she had dozed off in

the way she called him Uncle Mark, it was

not heard from Cecilia in

Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would

she did

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

be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was

they were to meet, he

had nothing to

differing positions and ages imposed

ponder whether a young girl, who harbored affection for him, could withstand such

heart had to be abandoned before it could

continued to

female companions for

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

the time to personally stand in line

The name was StellaLou.

girls

heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you gift these to

“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 Miss

eased up on

was alone, he couldn’t help but ponder how

young girl should be filled with

Year’s Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia once

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

sat two adorable purple

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

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

filled the air, shared between

down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside,

Peter reassured him, “You’re

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively

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

of the car, the conversation

your abilities, having a child shouldn’t be too

driver couldn’t help but be amused

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

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

of Mark, prompting him

was

the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing

group of young people joyously

were parked nearby, a testament to

it all, Mark caught a glimpse

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

even more

afar, Mark realized how much he missed

despondent for a

taken aback and said, “Isn’t that Miss Fowler? It’s not safe for a girl to stay out so

opportunity,

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped

only looked up, she could spot her Uncle Mark amidst the

an uproar erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

knelt down beneath the mesmerizing fireworks

his love for

Cecilia’s reaction, Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth,

man’s face, he couldn’t help

and even prepared an opening line, Mark

smile graced his lips as he touched his forehead,

moment, Mark realized that maybe Cecilia did have some feelings for him, but he had forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being

family had only

take care of his little sister for

lead a carefree life, forever a

contrast, what could Mark offer

procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for

eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool

moment, he seemed more radiant than

was a man who had declared his love for

whispered, “Uncle

her in quiet

some time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the

cars

himself accompanied

against the plush seat, he softly spoke to

respond 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

for a little girl a secret,

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

ardent young man, Mark believed what

believe he was

to dazzle with fireworks, the vibrant crowd around him unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing alone behind

were moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the

“Uncle Mark…”

Year’s Day, Cecilia received a

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that

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

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