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?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to

and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

garments without hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired his

and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to tell

reclined and feigned

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

toward the bathroom,

going out. She’s content with her life in

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed

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

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

I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take

spoke with a soft and

way

if you

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Mark drew her close.

he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body

intense lovemaking swept them off

midnight that Mark stirred

it was a call from

at the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered on

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising

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

to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

prevented her from

in his arms

to a

believed she had dozed off, so he silently got

As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom, leaving a touch

cheek rested against

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

resist the urge to rise from

her thin pajamas

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded with

rare for Cecilia to see

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul

now, Mark became

feelings too deep

more sorrow

was

“Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

remained on silent,

towards the study’s door, through

lump formed

answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late.

quietly,

of sympathy for

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

unfamiliar environment,

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

that Laura was having

would

Laura bid Mark good 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, who

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

waterfall, making her

his phone on

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

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

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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

long time until his shirt became

extinguished his cigarette and returned

Cecilia

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

phone

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

“Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you

instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

that way for a long time until his shirt became

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find

had

descended the stairs, she was surprised

Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and

and brushed her

morning commercial shoot today,”

her a glass of warm milk and

of milk

whispered, “You don’t

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