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 were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation,

admired

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

reclined and feigned focus

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

bathroom, and

She’s content with her life in

Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

stared at him. She

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

a

way Mark

“I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them off

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from

and it was

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting

flickered on

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open

not bring herself

Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

his arms and whispered,

to

dozed off,

the bedside table. As he stepped outside,

cheek rested against

open, wide

couldn’t resist the urge to rise

wearing her thin pajamas until

him, resembling a comforting

he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his

Cecilia to see Mark in such a

how challenging the task, he

downward and drifted into

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but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to

now, Mark became

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

smile held more sorrow than

was

said, “Here’s

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

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

answering, he glanced towards the

lump formed

the answer button and

girl sounded

delicately between his fingers. He asked

replied quietly,

surge of sympathy for the

and entrusted

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

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

learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

that they would take good

on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since

the phone, feeling a

he knew that

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on the

tenderly on the lips,

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

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to him,

long time until

cigarette and

Cecilia was still

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

phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

instead, nestled closer to him,

that way for a long time until his shirt

and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting.

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

Mark had already

she was surprised

in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee

having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile

a seat and brushed her long

have a morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

of milk and regarded

“You don’t

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