A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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.

realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if preparing for a

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired

glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have

feigned focus on her

do you say

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

not fond of going out. She’s content with her life

she will agree to come over if you

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed

inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did

Cecilia stared at him. She

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

with a soft and caring

way Mark comforted

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted

lovemaking swept them off their

that Mark

it was a call

at the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered on and

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

to say, but Mark silenced her with a

her

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he

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

cheek rested against the

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

urge to

wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

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

to see Mark in such a

matter how challenging the task, he had a

her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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would find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

feelings too deep to

held more

was

said, “Here’s your

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

remained on silent,

immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed in

button and

girl sounded

it delicately between his fingers. He

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy for

and entrusted her

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

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

learn that Laura was

assured Mark that they would

had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark, who

up the phone, feeling a surge of mixed

he knew that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

placed his phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that they

you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

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

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

a waterfall, making her look striking as she

phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on

“Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

stayed that way for a long time

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words

Cecilia awoke to find herself

had already left for

she was surprised to find Mark still at

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

When he saw Cecilia coming down, he

a seat and

morning commercial shoot today,”

milk and

a sip of

don’t

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