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

and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

garments without hesitation, appearing just like

admired

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

and feigned focus

do

toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

of going out. She’s content with her life in

she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

from her, inquiring, “What’s

him. She wanted to

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

a soft and

the way Mark

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

might not last, he couldn’t hold back his

intense lovemaking swept them off

midnight that Mark stirred from his

it was a

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered on and

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

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with

could not bring

silenced her with a

prevented her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

she had dozed off, so he silently got

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

cheek rested against

eyes open, wide awake, unable to

urge to rise from

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

on him,

His handsome face wore a

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

task, he had a

downward and drifted

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

became aware

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

held more

was in

“Here’s your

hurriedly departed as if she feared having

which remained

he glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded a

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

quietly,

of sympathy

to Laura and

herself in an unfamiliar environment,

the phone to Paul’s parents

that Laura was having trouble falling

would

had been deprived of a family’s warmth since

phone, feeling a surge of mixed

that

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

like a waterfall, making her look striking

placed his phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

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

that way for a long time

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

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

his phone

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

If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage

closer to him, resting her head on his

way for a long time until his shirt became damp and

her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

had already

stairs, she was surprised

Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

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

took a seat and

a morning commercial shoot today,”

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

of milk and regarded

don’t have to

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