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.

her youthful days were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

genuinely admired his audacious

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

and feigned focus on

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

already walked toward the bathroom, and

She’s

she will agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark

“What’s

Cecilia stared at him.

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

a soft and

the way Mark

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them off

midnight that Mark

and it was a call from

he gazed at the screen quietly for a

light flickered on and

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle

prevented her

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

came to

believed she had dozed off,

the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom, leaving a touch of chill

rested against the

eyes open, wide awake,

urge to rise

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts

for Cecilia to see Mark in such

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack

cast her gaze downward and

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deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would weigh heavily on

Mark became

hers with feelings too deep

smile held more sorrow

phone was

“Here’s your

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

remained on silent, its screen flashing

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s

sounded a bit

delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late.

replied quietly,

surge of

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling

that they would take good care

weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

the phone, feeling a

knew that Cecilia

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the

you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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closer to him, resting

that way for a long time until his shirt became

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

shoulders like a waterfall, making

phone

tenderly on the lips, noting

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

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

that way for a long time until his shirt became

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had already

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still at

a Light brown sweater and dark coffee

he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take Edwin

and brushed her long

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and offered, “I’ll drive you to the

of milk and regarded

don’t have

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