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 days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash for

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his audacious

“Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to

feigned

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to live with

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

fond of going out. She’s content with her life

Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

“What’s on your

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a

a

way Mark comforted

if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them off

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from

it was a

the screen quietly for a few seconds before

light flickered

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

say, but Mark silenced

prevented her from

drew Cecilia in his arms

came to

Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving

As he stepped outside, a cool

against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to

resist the urge

her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

face wore a

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

challenging the task, he had

her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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if her path ahead turned gloomy.

became aware

with feelings too deep to decipher, and

smile held more

was in

“Here’s your

passed him the phone and hurriedly

remained on silent, its screen

towards the study’s door, through which

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and

sounded

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t

quietly, “I’m

of sympathy

birth to Laura and entrusted her

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s

Laura was having trouble falling asleep

assured Mark that they would take good care of

Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood

phone, feeling a surge of mixed

he knew that Cecilia

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

phone

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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

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nestled closer to him, resting her head

a long time until his

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

placed his phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that

you don’t

to

stayed that way for a long time

hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In

morning, Cecilia awoke to

had

stairs, she was

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

he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take

and brushed her long

a morning commercial shoot

and offered, “I’ll drive you to the

sip of

“You don’t have to

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