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.

realizing her youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive

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

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired his

and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to tell

feigned focus

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

the bathroom, and his response

fond of going out. She’s content with her life

she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

“What’s on

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She

alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not

a soft and

way Mark

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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, kissing

swept

until midnight that Mark

and it was

at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

light flickered

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

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 welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena

not bring

to say, but Mark silenced her with

prevented her

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

came to a

had dozed off, so

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

rested against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable

resist the urge to

her thin pajamas until she eventually

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

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

for Cecilia to see Mark in such

he had a

cast her gaze downward and drifted into

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

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

more

was

“Here’s

and hurriedly departed as if she

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed

answer button and Laura’s voice

sounded

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

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy for the

had given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

in an unfamiliar

she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling

they would take

a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark, who gave

phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making her look striking

phone

tenderly on the lips, noting

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

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instead, nestled closer to him,

for a long time until his shirt became

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

placed his phone

tenderly on the lips, noting

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

closer to him, resting her head on

time until his shirt became damp and

hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find

had already left

the stairs, she was surprised

Light brown sweater and dark coffee

coming down, he flashed a

and brushed her long

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glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

sip of

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