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.

bit, realizing her youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some intimate

arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

without hesitation, appearing just like

admired

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

feigned focus on her

do you

toward the bathroom, and his response

going out. She’s content with her life

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia

across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

stared at him.

there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years.

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way Mark

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept

midnight that

phone buzzed, and it

at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

flickered on and

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

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

but Mark silenced her with

prevented her from

his arms and

came to

she had dozed off, so he silently got

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

against

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

urge to rise from

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located

gentle glow on him, resembling a

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

for Cecilia to see Mark

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

downward and drifted into quiet

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her path ahead

became aware of Cecilia’s

with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

held more sorrow than

phone was in her

“Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

remained on silent,

towards the

formed

the answer button and Laura’s voice

sounded a

it delicately between his

replied quietly, “I’m

a surge of sympathy for

to Laura and entrusted her care to

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he

that Laura was having trouble falling

that they would take

bid Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s

feeling a surge of mixed

he knew that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone on

tenderly on the

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

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and instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt

his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

his phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting

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

instead, nestled closer to

time until

her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

awoke to find

had already

she was surprised to find

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

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

a seat and brushed

a morning commercial

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

sip of

“You don’t have to do

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