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.

her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive into some

exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing

admired his

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

and feigned focus

do you say inviting Zoey over to

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

going out. She’s content with her life in

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark

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

at him. She wanted to

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

spoke with a soft and caring

way Mark comforted

“I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

he was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing

lovemaking swept them

midnight that Mark

phone buzzed, and it was a call from

darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on

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,

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

but Mark silenced her with

prevented her from

in his arms and whispered,

to

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

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

against the

open, wide awake,

the urge to rise

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

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

Cecilia to see Mark in such a

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for

her gaze downward and drifted into

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future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would

now, Mark became aware of

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

more sorrow

phone was

said, “Here’s

the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

which remained on silent,

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed in Mark’s

button and

sounded a

a cigarette and held it delicately between his

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy for the

had given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

unfamiliar environment,

Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with

learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

they would take good

on her. She had been deprived of

hung up the phone, feeling

that Cecilia felt even

and

enough, Cecilia was still

like a waterfall,

phone

to kiss her tenderly on the

morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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to him, resting

for a long time until his shirt became

his cigarette and returned

Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

phone

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

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

resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

for a long time until his shirt became damp

gently stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

assumed Mark had already

was surprised to find Mark still at

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

he saw Cecilia coming down, he

seat and brushed her long

commercial shoot

and offered,

of

whispered, “You don’t have

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