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.

a bit, realizing her

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to

his arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing just like his usual

genuinely admired his

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

reclined and feigned focus on her

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

bathroom, and his response drifted from

fond of going out. She’s content with her

Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

across from her, inquiring, “What’s

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years.

spoke with a soft

the way Mark comforted

won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept

midnight that Mark stirred from

it was a

the screen quietly for

light flickered on and

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

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 welcomed Laura with open arms,

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

but Mark silenced her with

prevented her from

in his arms

came to a

night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off,

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

rested against

eyes open, wide awake, unable to

urge to rise

wearing her thin pajamas until

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his

was rare for Cecilia to see

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

cast her gaze downward and

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a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not

Mark became aware of

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

held more sorrow than

phone was in

“Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s voice came

sounded a bit

held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t you

replied quietly,

a surge of

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

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

that Laura was

assured Mark that they would take good

heavily on her. She had been

phone, feeling a surge

knew that Cecilia felt even

cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia

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

his phone on the

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

have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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to him, resting her head on his

long time until

extinguished his cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was

waterfall, making

phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the

morning? If you don’t get some sleep,

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

long time until his

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither

to find herself alone in

had already left for

stairs, she was surprised to

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

saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed

a seat and brushed her long hair

morning commercial

warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you

a sip of milk and

“You don’t

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