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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive into some

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

genuinely admired his

a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something

reclined and feigned

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

out. She’s content with her life

agree to come over if you invite her with enough

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark

“What’s on your mind? Did I

at him. She

there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not allowed to get teary with

spoke with a soft and

way

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly

intense lovemaking swept them

until midnight that

it was a call from

screen quietly for a few seconds

light flickered on

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to

but Mark silenced her

prevented her

Cecilia in his arms and

to a

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

bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom, leaving

cheek rested against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable

urge

wearing her thin pajamas

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly

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

for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

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

cast her gaze downward and

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would find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending

became aware of Cecilia’s

hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

more

was in

said, “Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

grasped his phone, which remained

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed in Mark’s

button

girl sounded

and held it delicately between his fingers. He

quietly,

a surge of sympathy

and entrusted her care to

unfamiliar environment, a harsh

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

that Laura was having trouble

assured Mark that they would take good care of

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

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia

like a waterfall, making her look striking as she

his phone on the

tenderly on

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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to

long time until his

and returned

enough, Cecilia was

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

placed his phone on the

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

asked softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

time

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting.

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

had already left

she was surprised to find Mark still

in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee

with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a

took a seat and brushed

morning commercial shoot

a glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you

a sip of milk and

don’t have to do

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