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 were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was itching

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

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for a

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his audacious

a glance her way and teased, “Feeling

and feigned focus on

do you say inviting Zoey over to live

toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed

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

him. She wanted to keep Zoey

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 get teary with

with a soft and caring

the way

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Mark drew her close.

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

intense lovemaking swept them off their

until midnight that Mark

it

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

light flickered

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

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 up

not bring

something to say, but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

his arms and

to

dozed

table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom, leaving a touch of chill

cheek rested against the white

eyes open, wide

urge to rise from

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

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

face wore

to

matter how challenging the task, he had

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

Mark became aware of

eyes locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

more sorrow

phone was in her

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

grasped his phone, which remained

he glanced towards the

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded

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

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of

given birth to Laura and entrusted

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

offering some comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for

learn that Laura was having trouble falling

that they would take

sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived

feeling

he knew that Cecilia felt even

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

waterfall, making her look striking as she

his phone on

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

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closer to him, resting her head

a long time

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the

morning? If you don’t get

closer to him, resting her head on his

for a long time until his

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither

awoke to

assumed Mark had already left for

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still at

and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant

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

a seat and brushed her long hair

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

took a sip of milk and

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