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 days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was itching to

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

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

feigned focus

do you say inviting

the bathroom, and

of going out. She’s content with her

Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark

inquiring, “What’s

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

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

spoke with a soft and caring

way Mark

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his

intense lovemaking swept them

until midnight that Mark

buzzed, and it

the screen quietly for

flickered on

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have

She could not bring herself to embrace Laura

but Mark silenced her

prevented her from

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered,

to

dozed off,

reached for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom,

against the

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

the urge to rise from

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

in silence. His handsome face wore

rare for Cecilia to see

he had a knack for effortlessly

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path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the

now, Mark became

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

more

phone was

“Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

his phone, which remained on silent, its

towards the study’s door, through which

lump formed

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded a

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

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for

and entrusted her care to a

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

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

that Laura was

assured Mark that they would take

weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived

phone, feeling

knew that Cecilia felt even

cigarette and

Cecilia

waterfall,

his phone on the

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

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

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closer to him,

stayed that way for a long time until his

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting

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

didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

long time

stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself

had already left for

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

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

and brushed

have a morning commercial shoot today,”

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

took a sip of milk and regarded

“You don’t have to

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