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.

bit, realizing her youthful days were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was itching

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

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for a

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just like

admired

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

reclined and feigned

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say

toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

fond of going out. She’s content with

agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed

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

stared at him. She

stroked her hair tenderly and whispered, “What’s going 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,

spoke with a soft and caring

appreciated the way

murmured, “I won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t

swept

wasn’t until midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was a call

at the screen quietly for

flickered

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena

not bring herself to embrace

Mark silenced her with a gentle

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms and

came to

had dozed off, so he silently got up,

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

against

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

urge to rise

her thin pajamas until she eventually located

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if

Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he had

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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

became aware of Cecilia’s

eyes locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

smile held more sorrow than

was in her

said, “Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

remained on silent, its screen

he glanced towards the study’s door, through

formed in

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded a

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

quietly,

surge of sympathy

Laura and entrusted her care to

unfamiliar environment,

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

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

they would take good

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

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of

that Cecilia

his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was

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

placed his phone on the

on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

long time until his shirt became

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was still

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

placed his phone on

her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

for a long time until his shirt became damp and

hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting.

Cecilia awoke to find

had already

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

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

he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm

a seat and brushed her long

a morning commercial shoot today,” she

milk and offered,

a sip of

“You don’t have to do

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