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?”

and was itching to dive into some

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

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

genuinely admired

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

and feigned focus on

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response

of going out. She’s content with her

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s

him.

alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take

with a soft and caring

way Mark

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire,

swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from

buzzed, and it was a

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 graceful

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 up as Rena did

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

to say, but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her from

his arms and

came to

had dozed off, so he silently

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

cheek rested against

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable

the urge to

pajamas until she eventually

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown

Cecilia to see Mark in

how challenging the task, he had

downward and drifted

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would find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path

became aware of

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher,

held more sorrow than

phone was in her

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its

towards the study’s door, through

formed in

answer button and

girl sounded a bit

between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t you

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for the

and entrusted

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

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

learn that Laura

that they would take good care of

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

the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

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

phone on

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

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

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

a long time until his shirt became

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

his phone on

on

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

didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

long time until his shirt became damp

and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words to

awoke to find herself

had

was surprised to

in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle

Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said,

a seat and brushed

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

a sip of milk and

“You don’t have to do

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