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.

her youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into

and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

rose from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired

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

and feigned focus on

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do

bathroom,

going out. She’s content

will agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

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

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

going through your head? How could I leave 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 teary with

spoke with a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

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

intense lovemaking swept

that Mark stirred

it was a call from

quietly for a few seconds

flickered

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

could not bring herself to embrace

something to say, but Mark silenced her with

her from

Cecilia in his arms and whispered,

to a

dozed off, so he silently

As he stepped outside,

rested against

open, wide awake, unable to return to

urge to rise from

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually

a gentle glow on him, resembling

in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded with

Cecilia to see Mark in

how challenging the task, he had

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy.

became aware of

hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

more sorrow

phone was

“Here’s

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared

his phone, which remained on silent, its

the study’s door,

formed in Mark’s

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded a bit

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

replied quietly,

surge of sympathy for the

and

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

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

Paul’s parents learn that Laura

Mark that they would

sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived

the phone, feeling a surge

he knew that Cecilia

cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she

his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the

have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

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closer to him,

a long time until his shirt became damp

and returned to

enough, Cecilia was

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

his phone

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

If you don’t get

instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became

her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment,

following morning, Cecilia awoke to

Mark had already left for

was surprised

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

he flashed a warm smile and

a seat and brushed

commercial shoot

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

a sip of milk and regarded

don’t have

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