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.

realizing her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was

exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

her

without hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired his

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

and feigned

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

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

out. She’s content

you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

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

with a soft and caring

way Mark comforted

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing

lovemaking swept them off their

midnight that

buzzed, and it was a call

darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on and

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms,

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace

but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on her

her

in his arms and

came to a

dozed off, so

stepped

rested against

eyes open, wide awake,

urge to rise

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

him, resembling a comforting

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

for Cecilia to see Mark in

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for

gaze downward and drifted

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her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir

now, Mark became aware of

hers with feelings too deep

held more sorrow than

was in her

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed as if

his phone, which remained on

the study’s door, through which Cecilia

lump formed

answer button and

young girl sounded a

his fingers. He asked softly,

replied quietly,

of sympathy for

had given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where

parents learn that Laura was having trouble

would take good care of

been deprived of a

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of

that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips,

you don’t get some

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

that way for a long time until his shirt became

his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was

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

placed his phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

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

a long time until his shirt became

and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

awoke to find herself alone

Mark had already

she was surprised to find Mark still

Light brown sweater and dark coffee

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

a seat and brushed

morning commercial

her a glass of warm milk and

took a sip of

“You don’t have to do

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