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 still yearned

After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and

were drawn

enamored by his family background, others

names

only Cecilia truly mattered

intimate relations

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

she called him Uncle Mark, it was so…

not heard from Cecilia in a

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

she did not

lively atmosphere, he sat alone

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

if they were to meet, he

nothing

and ages

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

his heart had to be abandoned before it could

to

refrained from contacting his female companions for

They believed he was cultivating his character.

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

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these days

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

lit a 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 when Rena

course, of course. You mostly

finally eased up

alone, he couldn’t help but ponder

be

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

his way back

purple rabbit dolls, which

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

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

air, shared between Mark and

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

soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You’re

assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he

patted his trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime? Rena will become a

car, the conversation between the

having a child shouldn’t be

be

“You rascal, you’re becoming more

energetic New Year’s Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the New Year at

the better of Mark, prompting

was

the city with a mesmerizing array of

square, a group of young people joyously

were parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy

all, Mark caught a

holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a

seemed even more enchanting than

Mark realized how much he missed

be despondent for

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

opportunity, Mark readily

door and stepped out

not far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only looked up,

erupted

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

his

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

earnest expression on the young man’s face, he couldn’t

even prepared an opening line, Mark remained

a smile graced his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his

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 captivating

the Fowler family

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

carefree

what could Mark

to procure, or a fondness for

It seemed utterly absurd.

never felt such disdain

in a light-colored wool suit. His presence

more radiant than the entire

was a man who had declared his love for

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

her in quiet

a feeble smile and nodded in her direction before stepping into the waiting

sleek black Audi cars slowly

himself accompanied by the two

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

to respond initially but then gathered his courage and said, “You put in so much effort

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and

for a little girl a secret, Mark

feelings of inferiority since childhood, but witnessing

ardent young man, Mark believed what he could offer was

didn’t believe he was good

unaware, little did he know that the girl he held dear was standing alone

the bell chimed announcing the coming

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received a

explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll

to Heron, the only place in this country