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.

a bit, realizing her youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to

exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired his

teased, “Feeling tempted?

reclined and feigned

“What do you say inviting Zoey

bathroom, and his response

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

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite her with

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed

her, inquiring, “What’s on your

Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

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 get teary

with a soft

way Mark

“I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her

lovemaking swept

until midnight that Mark stirred

phone buzzed, and it was a

quietly for a

light flickered on and

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as

She could not bring

silenced

prevented her from

Cecilia in his arms

to a

the night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off,

table. As he stepped

against the white

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

resist the urge to

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

the soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts

Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole

now, Mark became

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

more sorrow than

phone was

said, “Here’s your

passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as

grasped his phone, which remained on

the

lump formed

the answer button

young girl sounded a

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why

replied quietly,

a surge of sympathy for

and entrusted

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

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

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having

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

knew that Cecilia felt

and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

phone

kiss her tenderly on

you don’t get some sleep, how will

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to him, resting her head

stayed that way for a long time

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

phone

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

closer to him, resting her head on

for a long time until his shirt

stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to

Mark had already left

was surprised

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

saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s

and brushed her long hair

morning commercial shoot today,” she

warm milk and offered, “I’ll

a sip of milk and regarded

don’t have to

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