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 still yearned

him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure

were

enamored by his family background, others

names even escaped his

Cecilia truly mattered

in any intimate

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

him Uncle Mark,

from Cecilia

marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia

she did not

Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a

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

meet, he could utter

had nothing to offer

differing positions and ages imposed

ponder whether a young girl, who

heart had to be abandoned before it could ever be

to long

contacting his female companions for

was cultivating his character. Only Mark

Heron, he took the time to personally stand in

The name was StellaLou.

heard that young girls these

returning to his office with the dolls, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle. “How adorable they are! You’re heading to Duefron for a business trip next week. If you

for Rena, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when Rena has a gift and she doesn’t… I didn’t purchase them solely

agree. “Of course, of course. You mostly intend to present it to Miss

finally eased up on

ponder how elated Cecilia

girl should be

night preceding New Year’s Eve, fate

felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to

him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with

suggested, “You can meet

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

air, shared between Mark and

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

a soothing tone, Peter reassured him,

was relatively young for the

trousers and smiled, saying, “Prime?

confines of the car, the conversation between the

“With your abilities, having a child shouldn’t

couldn’t help but be amused

“You

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

of Mark, prompting him to look

was a

night sky, painting the

square, a group of young people

parked nearby, a

Mark

in a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like

and laughter seemed even more enchanting than

Cecilia’s happiness from afar, Mark realized how

be despondent for a long time after

not safe for a girl to

opportunity, Mark

his trousers, opened the car door and stepped

far from Cecilia, Mark believed that if she only

erupted in the

“Proposel”

“Propose!

Propose… Propose… Propose!”

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

his love for

Mark noticed her hand covering her mouth, seemingly taken aback

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

opening line, Mark

graced his lips as he

forgotten that she also had numerous suitors to choose from. Being part of the affluent Fowler family, the most prominent family

Fowler family had only

that Waylen could take care of his little sister for the rest

a carefree life, forever a cherished

contrast, what could

fondness for her that he

It seemed utterly absurd.

such disdain for himself

Cecilia glanced upward, her eyes fell upon Mark, elegantly clad in a light-colored wool

moment, he seemed more radiant

was a man who had

Cecilia whispered, “Uncle

her in quiet

time, a faint ache tinged his eyes. He mustered a feeble smile and nodded in her direction

cars slowly departed from the

Mark found himself accompanied by the two adorable rabbit

spoke

“You put in so much effort to line up and buy those dolls. You should at least personally give them to

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

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

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

young man, Mark believed

didn’t believe he was good

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

moist, and as the bell chimed announcing the coming new year, she silently called out

“Uncle Mark…”

Day, Cecilia received

Cecilia intuited that the doll must

earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only