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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was itching to dive into

exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired

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

feigned focus on her

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

toward the bathroom, and

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

adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite her with

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

across from her, inquiring, “What’s

at him.

alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re

a soft

way Mark comforted

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until

lovemaking swept them off their

that Mark

and it was

darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered

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

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle

prevented her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

Mark believed she had dozed off, so he

for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside,

cheek rested against the

near, blinked her eyes open,

urge to rise

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark

how challenging the task, he

her gaze downward and

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regret if her path ahead turned gloomy.

became

with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

held more sorrow

phone was in her

said, “Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed as if

phone, which remained

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

formed

answer button and

young girl sounded a bit

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy for

Laura and

an unfamiliar environment,

words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

Mark that they would take good care

her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see

phone, feeling a surge of mixed

that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was

waterfall, making her look striking

placed his phone on the

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

If you don’t get some sleep, how will

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closer to him, resting her

a long time until his shirt became

and returned

enough, Cecilia

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

placed his phone

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

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

instead, nestled closer to

way for a long time until his shirt

hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had already left for

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

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

he flashed a warm

a seat and

morning commercial shoot

handed her a glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to

of

don’t

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