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.

love, yet he

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

were drawn

background,

names even

truly mattered

intimate relations or established a

had merely had lunch together and she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met in a

him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard

not heard from

the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for

did

of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere,

Mark’s 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

were to meet, he could utter

nothing to offer

positions and ages imposed insurmountable

whether a young girl, who harbored affection for

to be

he continued to long

refrained from contacting his female

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

he took the

The name was StellaLou.

that young girls these days

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

bought this for Rena, and I don’t want her to

of course. You mostly intend to

finally eased up on

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

should be

preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a

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

and suggested, “You can meet her tomorrow. It’s about time she

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

the air, shared between Mark

window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing,

Peter reassured him, “You’re still

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

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

conversation between the two men

abilities, having a child shouldn’t

driver couldn’t help but be amused by

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

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. The driver commented with a smile, “Mr. Evans, it appears they’re celebrating the

the better of Mark,

it was a lively

painting the city with a

of young people joyously

were parked nearby, a testament to their

amidst it all, Mark caught a

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

even more enchanting than the

happiness from afar, Mark realized how

be despondent

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

opportunity,

door and stepped out with

Mark believed that if she only looked up, she could spot

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

a bouquet of roses, knelt down beneath the

professing his

noticed her hand covering

face, he couldn’t help but feel that this man

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

his lips as he touched his forehead, contemplating his own

she also had numerous suitors to 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 the rest of

lead a carefree life, forever

could Mark

or a fondness

It seemed utterly absurd.

felt such disdain for

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

more radiant than

man who had declared his

Cecilia whispered,

gazed at her in quiet

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

sleek black Audi cars slowly departed

car, Mark found himself accompanied by the

against the plush seat, he softly spoke

in so much effort to line up and buy those

covered his eyes with his arm and replied, “Have the dolls delivered to Rena. Tell her they’re for her and Cecilia. Don’t mention that I purchased

a little girl a

Mark in the car. He had never experienced feelings of inferiority since childhood, but

young man, Mark believed what he could offer

was good enough

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

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

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received

without Rena’s explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have

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