A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

hesitation,

genuinely admired his

way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

and feigned focus on her

moment later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to

bathroom, and his response

of going out. She’s content

Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia

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

his presence, Cecilia stared at him.

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

with a soft and

way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

he was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her

swept them off their

until midnight that

and it was a

screen quietly for

light flickered on

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to

something to say, but Mark silenced

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to

on, Mark believed she had dozed off,

the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a

cheek rested against

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

couldn’t resist the urge

pajamas until she eventually located

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts

Cecilia to see Mark in such a

matter how challenging the task, he had a

downward and drifted into

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path ahead

became aware of Cecilia’s

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

smile held more

was in

“Here’s

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

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its

towards the study’s door,

formed in Mark’s

button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded a

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

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

and entrusted

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

pass the phone

parents learn that Laura

that they would take

weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s

feeling a surge

knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia

shoulders like a waterfall,

placed his phone on

tenderly on the

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

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to him, resting her

a long time

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the

his phone on

her tenderly on the lips, noting that

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

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

for a long time

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed

to

Mark had already left for

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still at

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

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

took a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial

milk and

of milk and

“You don’t have

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