A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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Cathy called out to his retreating figure, “Mark! She’s my child!”

Mark came to a halt.

Then he said quietly, “She is not! She’s Paul’s child, and she is quite unlike you.”

Laura’s innocent gaze held no cunning plots within.

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Children embodied purity, and Laura shouldn’t be swayed by Cathy.

Mark walked away decisively, leaving Cathy alone, her smile tinged with self-mockery.

She chuckled at her hopeful imagination. Even a child could not keep Mark by her side.

Mark boarded his private jet, and his mood soured.

Peter was the kindest and most thoughtful of them all. Pouring a glass of red wine, he passed it to Mark, seated beside him, and grinned, remarking, “Cathy picked her path. She can’t blame anyone else.”

Cathy stirred up so much trouble that her family couldn’t welcome her anymore, believing she had disgraced them. It could be said that the people around her had distanced themselves from her.

Mark didn’t sip the wine, declining with a charming gesture, straightening his shirt.

“Peter, she wasn’t always this way. Once, she was reasonable and kind.”

He seemed to drift into his world of thoughts.

“Love can sometimes make people lose their way.”

Peter knew how to cheer Mark up and quickly responded, “That’s not always the case! Take Cecilia, for example. Her love for you is deep, yet she doesn’t compromise her values. Her career thrives. She’s your ideal one.”

Mark gave him a look.

Peter felt puzzled and asked, “Did I say something incorrect?”

Mark grinned and said, “No. It’s just I’ve thought about something the wrong way all the time.”

Mark had long believ

ed that women like Cathy and Miss Holt embodied independence. However, Peter’s words made him realize he was wrong on that.

Cecilia was the epitome of the self-reliant woman he had always admired.

Perhaps she lived comfortably with only modest goals.

Still, considering her origins in the Fowler family, how could anyone expect her to be ordinary?

Her love had its boundaries.

The thought of Cecilia made Mark’s heart flutter. He was eager to reunite with her.

Peter had a knack for reading Mark’s mind. After guessing what was on Mark’s mind, he refrained from adding more words.

By nine o’clock in the evening, the private jet touched down.

An hour and a half later, Mark was back at the villa.

In the hallway, there was just a single wall lamp still lit.

Surrounded by the gentle, golden light, he sensed the warmth of home.

A sweet home with Cecilia and Edwin.

Mark removed his coat and gazed around the villa adorned with decorations from a while ago, and his heart warmed with nostalgia.

He made his way upstairs and headed straight to the child’s bedroom.

Edwin had dozed off. While sleeping, he remained perfectly still, lying on his side with his small body snugly wrapped under the quilt.

Only half of his soft face was visible. His brown hair had a shiny, vibrant color.

Mark perched on the bed’s edge, loosened his shirt and leaned down to plant a kiss.

Edwin remained asleep, but he murmured something in his dream.

Mark watched over him tenderly for some time.

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At last, he carefully tucked Edwin in and returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still engrossed in her tasks.

Perched on the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed in a script.

Her slightly wet hair was draped down, and a fresh scent emanated from her.

She had just stepped out of a shower.

Mark eased the door shut, speaking softly.

“It’s late. Are you still going over your lines?”

Cecilia lifted her gaze to him.

Delight flickered in her eyes, but she kept it subtle, not wanting to reveal too much.

Leaning against the doorframe, Mark undid the buttons on his shirt and grumbled, “I’m completely worn out!”

He had a talent for handling relationships with women.

Revealing vulnerability would often evoke women’s sympathy, and Cecilia, at the very least, felt a bit concerned.

However, she remained seated and refused to get up.

Mark sat beside her, wearing a gentle smile, and affectionately ruffled her hair.

“How did your day out shopping go?”

Cecilia shared some information about Rena with him, and without overthinking, she remarked, “Once Elva is born, Waylen and Rena will have two little girls.”

Yet, they had no daughters of their own.

Despite his fatigue, Mark’s smile remained. He reclined against the sofa, too weary to move much.

Nevertheless, he drew her into his embrace.

He took her hand, sliding it inside his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.

Cecilia pulled back her hand.

“I’m not kidding!”

With a tender grin, Mark said, “Don’t we already have a little girl at home?” As he said this, he playfully tugged at her long hair.

Cecilia got the hint.

a bit, realizing her youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash for

Mark released her hand.

rose from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired his

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

and feigned focus on her

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

toward the bathroom, and his response

out. She’s content with her life in

will agree to come over if you invite her with

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

“What’s on your mind? Did

at him.

her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not allowed to get

spoke with a

appreciated the way Mark comforted

won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly

swept

that Mark stirred from

phone buzzed, and it was a call

the darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

flickered

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

been Cathy’s daughter, they might have

not bring herself

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her from

Cecilia in his arms

to a

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up,

bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze

rested against the

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

the urge to rise from

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly

handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded with

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward and

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bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

held more sorrow

phone was in her

“Here’s your

and hurriedly departed as if she

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

formed in

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded a bit

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy

Laura and entrusted her

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

Mark that they would take good

sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often

phone, feeling a surge of mixed

that Cecilia

his cigarette and returned

Cecilia

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

placed his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

time until his shirt became damp

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone on

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

you don’t get some sleep, how

nestled closer to him, resting

that way for a long time until his shirt became

and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

it was their souls connecting.

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had already left

the stairs, she was

and dark coffee casual pants, exuding

he

and brushed her

have a morning commercial shoot

milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to the

sip of milk

whispered, “You don’t have to

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