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 behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

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

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation,

genuinely admired his

a glance her way and teased, “Feeling

feigned

moment later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

going out. She’s content with

she will agree to come over if you invite her

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark

across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

and whispered, “What’s going through your head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now.

with a soft

way Mark

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold

lovemaking swept them off their

midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was a call from

the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on

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

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 her

She could not bring herself to

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

prevented her from

Cecilia in his

to

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently

on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom,

rested against the white

open, wide awake, unable

urge to rise from

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

silence. His handsome face wore a slight

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for

downward and

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

became aware of Cecilia’s

onto hers with feelings too deep

more

phone was in

said, “Here’s

phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

which remained on silent, its screen flashing

the study’s door, through which Cecilia

formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button

young girl sounded a bit

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly,

replied quietly,

surge of sympathy for the

birth to Laura and entrusted her care

unfamiliar environment, a harsh

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

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling

that they would take good

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

feeling a surge

knew that Cecilia

his cigarette and

Cecilia was still

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

placed his phone on the

on the lips, noting that they

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

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

way for a long time

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned

placed his phone on

kiss her tenderly on

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

nestled closer to him, resting her head

for a long time until his shirt became damp

gently stroked her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting. In that moment, neither

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had

she was surprised to find Mark

brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding

down, he flashed

and brushed

have a morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

of milk and regarded

“You don’t have

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