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.

her youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to

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

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired his

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

reclined and feigned

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over

had already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

She’s content with her life

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s on

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep

She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch

a soft

way Mark

“I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing

intense lovemaking swept them off

that Mark

and it was a

at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

flickered on and

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they

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

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

her from

drew Cecilia in his

came to

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so

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

against

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide

urge

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

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

Cecilia to see Mark in such

matter how challenging the task, he had a

cast her gaze downward

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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

now, Mark became aware of

eyes locked onto hers with feelings too deep to

smile held more

was

“Here’s

the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared

grasped his phone, which remained on

the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

formed

the answer button

girl sounded a

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his

quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy for

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

that she pass the phone

parents learn that Laura

that they would

She had been deprived of a family’s warmth

hung up the phone, feeling a

that Cecilia

his cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was still

waterfall, making her look striking as she

phone on the

on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

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

time until his shirt became damp and

and

enough, Cecilia was still

waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

phone on

to kiss her tenderly on

you don’t get some sleep,

and instead, nestled closer to

that way for a long time until his shirt became damp and

hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

as if it was their souls connecting.

awoke to find herself

assumed Mark had already left for

was surprised

a Light brown sweater and dark coffee

he saw 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 offered, “I’ll drive you to the set

of milk

whispered, “You don’t have to

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