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.

blushed a bit, realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his

teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you

and feigned focus on

annoyed, “What do you say inviting

already walked toward the bathroom,

She’s content with her life in

will agree to come over if you invite her with enough

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

stared at him. She wanted

through your head? How could 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 get teary with

a soft

way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold

lovemaking swept them

wasn’t until midnight that Mark

buzzed, and it was

the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting

flickered on

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

She could not bring herself

but Mark silenced her

prevented her

in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving

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

rested against

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide

the urge to

her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

on him, resembling a comforting embrace

the soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark

challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward and drifted into

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find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole

now, Mark became aware

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

held more

was in her

said, “Here’s

the phone and hurriedly

phone, which remained on silent, its

he glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia

lump formed in

then pressed the answer button

young girl sounded a bit

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

quietly,

of sympathy for the

to Laura and entrusted her care to

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

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

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

Mark that they would take good

night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a

feeling

that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and

Cecilia was

a waterfall,

phone

tenderly on the lips,

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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nestled closer to him, resting her

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became

cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone

tenderly on the lips,

morning? If you

to him, resting her

way for a long time until his shirt became damp and

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

assumed Mark had already

she was surprised to find Mark still at

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take Edwin

took a seat and brushed her long

have a morning commercial shoot today,”

and offered, “I’ll drive you

took a sip of milk and

“You don’t have to do

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