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.

blushed a bit, realizing her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired

way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to

feigned focus

do you say inviting Zoey over

the bathroom, and his

going out. She’s

will agree to come over if you

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia

her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did I

Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

there alone for now.

a soft and caring

way

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted

swept them

until midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was a call from

for a few seconds

light flickered on and

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

her

his arms

to

Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got

he stepped outside, a cool

against

open,

urge to rise from

her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his

for Cecilia to see Mark in such

how challenging the task, he had

cast her gaze downward

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if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the

now, Mark became

too deep to decipher, and

more

was

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

remained on silent,

glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

lump formed in Mark’s

button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded

and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t

quietly, “I’m

a surge of sympathy for

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for a

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

they would take good care

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

phone, feeling a

he knew that

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

waterfall, making her

phone on the

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage

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to him, resting her head on

time until his shirt became damp and

and returned

enough, Cecilia

her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some

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

way for a long time until his shirt

stroked her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words to

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

Mark had

she was surprised to find Mark still

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he

took a seat and brushed her long hair

morning commercial shoot today,” she

a glass of warm milk and

took a sip of

don’t have to

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