A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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?”

energetic and

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

shed his garments without hesitation,

admired his audacious

“Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say

and feigned focus on her

slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to live with

had already walked toward the bathroom,

of going out. She’s content with

Maybe she will agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

him. She wanted

could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few

with a soft

the way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

not last, he couldn’t

swept

until midnight that Mark stirred

and it

gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

flickered on and

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 welcomed

daughter. She could not

but Mark silenced her with

prevented her from

Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to

dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving his

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

rested against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

urge

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until

a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

face wore

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

downward

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her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the

became

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

more sorrow than

was in

said, “Here’s your

hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

phone, which remained on

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through which

lump formed

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice came

girl sounded a

his

quietly, “I’m

of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

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

Mark that they would take good care of

good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth

feeling

knew that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned

Cecilia

a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

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

way for a long time until his shirt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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

to

long time until his

stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

awoke to

had

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

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

with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a

a seat and brushed her long

commercial shoot today,” she

warm milk and

took a sip of milk

don’t have to

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