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.

a bit, realizing her

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation,

admired his audacious

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

feigned

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

already walked toward the bathroom, and

going out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

from her, inquiring, “What’s on your

him. She wanted to

leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time,

a soft and caring

appreciated the way

if you

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Mark drew her close.

he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly

lovemaking swept them off

until midnight that Mark

and it

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

light flickered on

Cecilia,

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, raising her

daughter. She could not bring herself to

to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms

to

the night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so

for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into

against the

her eyes open, wide awake, unable

couldn’t resist the urge to rise

thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

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

was rare for Cecilia to see

how challenging the task, he had a

downward and drifted into

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

became aware

feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

smile held more sorrow than

was in her

said, “Here’s

and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

he glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

lump formed

the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded a bit

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

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

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

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having

assured Mark that they would take good care

been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that

and returned to

Cecilia

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

placed his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips,

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

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

a long time until his shirt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

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

placed his phone on

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting

that way for a long time until his shirt

gently stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting.

morning, Cecilia awoke to

assumed Mark had already left

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

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

seat and brushed her long hair

commercial shoot today,”

of warm milk and

a sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t have

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