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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for a

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired

a glance her way and teased, “Feeling

reclined and feigned focus on

“What do you say inviting Zoey over to

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

not fond of going out. She’s content

agree to come over if

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed

“What’s on your mind? Did I

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

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

a soft and

appreciated the way Mark comforted

won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing

intense lovemaking swept them

wasn’t until midnight that

and it was a call from

quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

light flickered on and

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace

to say, but Mark silenced her

prevented her

in his arms and whispered,

to

Mark believed she had dozed off, so he

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

against the

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

resist the urge

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

gentle glow on him, resembling a

light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face

Cecilia to see

how challenging the task, he

downward and drifted into quiet

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had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy.

Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

more sorrow

phone was in

“Here’s your

passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as

grasped his phone, which remained

towards the study’s door, through which

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded a bit

his fingers.

quietly,

surge of sympathy

birth to Laura and entrusted

she found herself in an unfamiliar

the phone to Paul’s parents where

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

that they would take

of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been

feeling a surge of mixed

that Cecilia

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

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closer to him,

long time until

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

placed his phone

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

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

instead, nestled closer to

time until his shirt became damp

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

had already

was surprised to find

Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant

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

seat and brushed her long hair

a morning commercial shoot today,”

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

a sip of

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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