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 now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

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

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired his audacious

teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have

feigned

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

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

out. She’s content with her life in

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

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

presence, Cecilia stared at him.

head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in

a soft and

way

murmured, “I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

knowing he might not last, he couldn’t

lovemaking swept them off their

until midnight that

and it was a call

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting

light flickered on

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

knew he liked Laura dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

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

prevented her

his

to a

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

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

cheek rested against the

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

the urge to rise

her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

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

Cecilia to see Mark in

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

gaze downward and drifted

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if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to

now, Mark became aware of

deep to decipher, and Cecilia

more sorrow than

was

“Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

phone, which remained on silent,

he glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia

lump formed in

button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded

between his

quietly,

a surge of sympathy for

Laura and entrusted her

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

requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

that they would take good

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

knew that

and returned to the

Cecilia was

shoulders like a waterfall,

his phone on

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

tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time until his

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

placed his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will

nestled closer to him,

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment,

Cecilia awoke to

assumed Mark had already

was surprised to

a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take

seat and brushed her long hair

have a morning commercial shoot today,” she

and offered,

sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t

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