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.

a bit, realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to dive into some

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

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

hesitation, appearing just like his

genuinely admired his audacious

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

and feigned focus on her

annoyed, “What do you say inviting

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

not fond of going out. She’s

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She

for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that

a

the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her

swept them

wasn’t until midnight that Mark

buzzed, and it was a call

for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

light flickered on and

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

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura

Mark silenced her

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms and

came to

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

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

cheek rested against the white

blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable

the urge to rise

thin pajamas until

gentle glow on him, resembling a

handsome face wore a slight frown as if his

to see Mark in such

he had

cast her gaze downward

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

Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

deep

held more sorrow

was

said, “Here’s your

hurriedly departed as

remained on silent, its

glanced towards the study’s door, through

lump formed in

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded

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

quietly, “I’m

a surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care to

in an unfamiliar

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

learn that Laura was having

would take good

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

hung up the phone, feeling a

knew that Cecilia felt even

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was still

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on the

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

morning? If you don’t

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and instead, nestled closer to

for a long time until his shirt

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

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

placed his phone on

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

asked softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

for a long time until

stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

awoke to find

Mark had already

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find

a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

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

and brushed her long

morning commercial

and offered, “I’ll drive

sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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