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.

her youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching

exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his audacious

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

feigned focus

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to live with

the bathroom, and his response

She’s content with her life

you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep

her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to

a soft

way Mark comforted

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until

lovemaking swept them off

until midnight that Mark stirred from his

phone buzzed, and it was

gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on and

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up

not bring

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

her

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to

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

As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom,

rested against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable

urge to

wearing her thin pajamas until she

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

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

her gaze downward

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path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would weigh heavily

Mark became

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

smile held more sorrow than

phone was in her

said, “Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

phone, which remained on

immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through

formed in

answer button

girl sounded

held it delicately between his fingers. He

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

the

Paul’s parents learn that Laura

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 see Mark,

the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

his phone

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will

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closer to him, resting her head on his

way for a long time until his shirt became damp and

his cigarette and returned

Cecilia

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

phone on the

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

morning? If you don’t

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

long time until his shirt became damp and

gently stroked her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In

awoke to find herself alone in

had already left for

the stairs, she was surprised to find

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle

When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take

seat and brushed her long hair

commercial shoot today,” she

glass of warm milk and offered,

of milk and

don’t have

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