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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some intimate

and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

her

hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his

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

and feigned focus on

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over

had already walked toward the bathroom, and

She’s content with her

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark

“What’s on your

stared at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

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

spoke with a soft and caring

the way Mark comforted

“I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them

that Mark stirred from

buzzed, and it was a

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

light flickered on and

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

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

they

She could not

something to say, but Mark silenced her with

her

Cecilia in his arms and

to

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

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

cheek rested against

blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

resist the urge to rise from

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark

challenging the task, he had a

her gaze downward and

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

now, Mark became aware

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

more sorrow

phone was in her

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

the

lump formed in

pressed the answer button

young girl sounded

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

quietly,

surge of sympathy for the

had given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

herself in an unfamiliar

she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with

Paul’s parents learn that Laura

they would take good care of

a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since

the phone, feeling a

he knew that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

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

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closer to him, resting her head on

a long time

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

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

placed his phone

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the

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

resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

that way for a long time until his shirt became

gently stroked her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting. In that moment, neither of

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

assumed Mark had

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find

in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

down, he flashed a warm smile and said,

and brushed

commercial shoot today,”

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

sip of

whispered, “You don’t

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