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 youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her

shed his garments without hesitation,

admired his audacious

“Feeling tempted? Didn’t you

reclined and feigned focus on her

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

bathroom,

going out. She’s content

adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

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

appreciated the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back

intense lovemaking swept them off

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from

phone buzzed, and it was a call

the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on and

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed

She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as

something to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle

her

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

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

As he stepped outside,

cheek rested against

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

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

was rare for Cecilia to

matter how challenging the task, he had

cast her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead

Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

deep

held more sorrow

was

“Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

he glanced towards the study’s

formed in

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded

between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why

quietly,

a surge of

birth to Laura and

an unfamiliar

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

learn that Laura was having trouble falling

would take good care

Laura bid Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark, who gave

phone, feeling a surge

knew that Cecilia felt even

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

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

phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him,

for a long time until

and returned to the

Cecilia was

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the

his phone

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

If you don’t get some

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

way for a long time until his shirt became

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them

awoke to

assumed Mark had already left

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

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

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

took a seat and brushed her long

a morning commercial

her a glass of warm milk and

sip of milk and regarded

“You don’t have

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