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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired his audacious

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

and feigned

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to

walked toward the bathroom, and his response

out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark

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

Cecilia stared at him. She

stroked her hair tenderly and whispered, “What’s going through your head? 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

spoke with a soft and

way Mark

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred

phone buzzed, and it

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

flickered on and

tenderly embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

something to say, but Mark silenced

her

Cecilia in his arms

to a

wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so

he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom, leaving

against the

her eyes open,

couldn’t resist the urge to rise from

pajamas until she

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

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

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such

task, he had

cast her gaze downward and

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but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy.

Mark became aware of

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

smile held more sorrow

phone was

“Here’s your

hurriedly

which remained on silent, its screen

immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through

lump formed in

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded a

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

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy

and entrusted

in an unfamiliar

that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

Mark that they would take good care

her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that Cecilia

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

waterfall, making her look

his phone

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

have work tomorrow morning? If you

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

that way for a long time

and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

phone

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how

closer to him, resting her head

for a long time until his shirt became damp and

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

assumed Mark had

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

down, he flashed a

and brushed

have a morning commercial shoot today,”

glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you

a sip of milk

“You don’t have to do

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