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.

realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching

exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

his garments without hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired his

way and teased, “Feeling

and feigned

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

already walked toward the bathroom, and his

not fond of going out. She’s

you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark

from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did I upset

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

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

with a

appreciated the way

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted

lovemaking swept them off their

that Mark stirred from

it

screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena did

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

had something to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her from

Cecilia in his arms and whispered,

came to a

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

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

cheek rested against the

drew near, blinked her eyes open,

the urge to rise

wearing her thin pajamas until

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown

was rare for Cecilia to

task, he had a knack

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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

became aware of

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

more sorrow

phone was in

said, “Here’s

and hurriedly departed as if she

phone, which remained on

glanced towards the study’s

formed in Mark’s

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s

sounded a bit

his fingers. He

quietly,

a surge of

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for a

that Laura was having trouble

that they would take

on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

up the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

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

placed his phone

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

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

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nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

long time until

cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia

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

have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

way for a long time until his shirt became damp

and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting.

Cecilia awoke to find

Mark had already left for

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said,

a seat and

a morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

of milk and

don’t have to

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