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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and

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

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

hesitation,

genuinely admired his

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

reclined and feigned focus on

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do

had already walked toward the bathroom, and

not fond of going out. She’s content with her

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

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

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

“What’s going through your head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will

a soft

appreciated the way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

he might not last, he couldn’t hold back

swept them

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred

it was

screen quietly for a few

flickered

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

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

something to say, but Mark silenced her

prevented her

his

came to

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

bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept

rested against the

her eyes open,

resist the urge to rise

her thin pajamas until

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a

Cecilia to

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

her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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

now, Mark became aware of

with feelings too deep to decipher,

smile held more sorrow

phone was in her

said, “Here’s

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly

his phone, which remained on silent, its

glanced towards the study’s door,

lump formed in Mark’s

answer button and Laura’s voice came

girl sounded a bit

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

had given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

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

parents learn that Laura

would take

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

the phone, feeling

knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

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

placed his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

you don’t get some sleep, how will you

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instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making

phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

instead, nestled closer to

long time until his

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself alone

assumed Mark had already left

she was

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark

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

took a seat and brushed

commercial shoot

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

took a sip of

don’t

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