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 were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

his garments without hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired

Mark cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

and feigned focus on her

do you say inviting Zoey over to live

bathroom, and

fond of going out. She’s

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

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

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

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, you’re not allowed to get teary

spoke with a soft and caring

appreciated the way

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

not last, he couldn’t hold back

lovemaking swept them

wasn’t until midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was a call

the darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly 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 graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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 as Rena

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

say, but Mark silenced her with a

her

drew Cecilia in his arms

came to a

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

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

rested against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

resist the urge to rise

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

on him, resembling a comforting embrace

the soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward

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a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to

Mark became aware of

deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

more sorrow

was in her

said, “Here’s your

phone and hurriedly

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

he glanced towards the

lump formed

the answer button and Laura’s

young girl sounded a

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked

replied quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for the

given birth to Laura and

in an unfamiliar environment,

Mark requested that she pass the phone to

learn that Laura was having trouble

they would take good care

night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been

hung up the phone, feeling

he knew that

cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

placed his phone

on the lips, noting that they

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

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

stayed that way for a long time

and returned to

enough, Cecilia

a waterfall, making

placed his phone on

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

way for a long time until

hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words

Cecilia awoke to find herself

assumed Mark had already

was surprised to find Mark

sweater and dark

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

took a seat and brushed her long

morning commercial

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

sip of milk and

don’t

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