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.

a bit, realizing her youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing just

admired his

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

and feigned focus on her

slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey

bathroom, and his response drifted from

not fond of going out. She’s content

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

“What’s on your mind? Did I

at him.

stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch

a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them

midnight that Mark stirred from

and it

the darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting

light flickered on and

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 welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up

not

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her

in his arms and

to a

believed she had dozed off, so he silently got

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

rested against the

open, wide awake, unable to

urge to rise

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly

light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as

Cecilia to

task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending

Mark became

onto hers with feelings too deep to

more sorrow

phone was in

“Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

phone, which remained on silent,

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed in

answer button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded

it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t

replied quietly, “I’m

a surge of

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

she found herself in an unfamiliar

comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

they would

night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark,

hung up the phone, feeling a

he knew that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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closer to him,

for a long time until

and

Cecilia was

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

phone

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the

you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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

way for a long time until his

stroked her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

Mark had

stairs, she was

dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

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

seat and brushed her long

morning commercial

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

sip of milk and regarded

“You don’t have to do

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