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?”

and

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired

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

reclined and feigned focus on her

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

the bathroom, and

She’s

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

“What’s

him. She

stroked her hair tenderly and whispered, “What’s going through your head? 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, you’re not allowed to

spoke with a

way Mark

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

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

intense lovemaking swept

midnight that Mark stirred from

and it

he gazed at the screen quietly for a

light flickered

Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

to say, but Mark silenced her with

her from

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered,

came to

wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off,

pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped

against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to

resist the urge to rise

wearing her thin pajamas

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

in silence. His handsome face wore a

Cecilia to

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

downward and drifted

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

became aware

deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

held more sorrow than

was

“Here’s

hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

grasped his phone, which remained on silent,

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through

lump formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded a bit

it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of

Laura and entrusted her

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

would take good care

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

feeling a

knew that Cecilia felt even

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

over her shoulders like a waterfall,

his phone

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

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and instead, nestled closer to him,

a long time until his shirt

cigarette and returned

Cecilia was

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

his phone

tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

instead, nestled closer to

time until his shirt became damp

hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself alone in

assumed Mark had

was surprised to find Mark

Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

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

took a seat and brushed her

commercial shoot today,” she

of warm milk and

of milk

“You don’t have to

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