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 behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired his

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

feigned focus on her

“What do you

toward the bathroom, and his response

not fond of going out. She’s

she will agree to come over if you invite her with

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

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

stared at him.

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

a

the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

he was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly

lovemaking swept them off

midnight that Mark stirred from his

and it was

quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up

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

something to say, but Mark silenced her

her from

his arms and

came to a

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

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

against

blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to

couldn’t resist the urge to rise from

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if

Cecilia to see Mark in such a

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

downward and drifted into quiet

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

Mark became

too deep to decipher,

smile held more

phone was

said, “Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

remained on silent, its

he glanced towards the study’s

lump formed

answer button

girl sounded

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t you

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy for the

had given birth to Laura and

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

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

learn that Laura was

would

had been deprived of a family’s warmth

phone, feeling a surge

he knew that

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

phone

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

have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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instead, nestled closer to him,

long time until his shirt became damp

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the

phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

instead, nestled closer to him,

a long time until his shirt became damp and

stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself

had already

the stairs, she was surprised to

Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said,

seat and

a morning commercial shoot

warm milk and

took a sip of milk

whispered, “You don’t have

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