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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was itching to dive into some intimate

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired

way and teased, “Feeling

feigned

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

walked toward the bathroom,

going out. She’s content with her

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

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

with a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark comforted

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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

swept

that Mark

and it

the screen quietly for a few

light flickered

Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

silenced her with a gentle finger on

her from

drew Cecilia in his arms

to a

believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving his phone

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

rested against the white

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

urge

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located

him, resembling a comforting embrace

silence. His handsome face

for Cecilia to see Mark in such

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack

cast her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would weigh heavily on

became aware of

feelings too deep to

smile held more

phone was

said, “Here’s your

passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as

which remained on silent, its screen flashing

the study’s

formed

button and Laura’s

young girl sounded a bit

held it delicately between his fingers. He

quietly,

a surge of

to Laura and entrusted her

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble

assured Mark that they would take

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

hung up the phone, feeling a

knew that Cecilia felt

and

Cecilia was still

like a waterfall, making her

his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

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to him, resting her head

that way for a long time until his shirt became damp

his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was

a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

his phone

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

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

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

long time until his shirt became damp and

stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

it was their souls connecting. In that moment,

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

Mark had

she was

brown sweater and dark coffee

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

seat and brushed

a morning commercial shoot today,”

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

of

don’t

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