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.

blushed a bit, realizing her

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired his

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

and feigned

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

bathroom, and his response

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

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

Cecilia stared at him. She

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

a soft and

way Mark

won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until

lovemaking swept them off

that Mark stirred from his

it

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

flickered

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed

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

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to a

the night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up,

reached for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool

against the white

open, wide awake, unable to

urge

wearing her thin pajamas

on him, resembling

smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were

Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he had a

gaze downward and drifted into

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

became

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

smile held more

phone was

said, “Here’s

hurriedly departed as if

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

answering, he glanced towards the study’s door,

lump formed

the answer button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded a

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly,

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy for

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

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

Laura was having trouble falling asleep

would take good care of

Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been

phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that Cecilia felt even

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

you don’t get some sleep, how

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instead, nestled closer to him,

a long time until his

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she

phone

on

have work tomorrow morning? If you

resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

a long time until his shirt became

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

had already

stairs, she was surprised to find

sweater and dark coffee

breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed

took a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial shoot today,” she

and offered, “I’ll drive

a sip of

“You don’t have to

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