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 youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his audacious

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

feigned focus on her

she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say

the bathroom,

fond of going out. She’s content with her

will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will

spoke with a

appreciated the way Mark comforted

“I won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted from his

swept them off their

that Mark stirred from his

buzzed, and it

gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before

flickered on

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Cathy’s daughter, they might

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as

had something to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

her

drew Cecilia in his arms

came to

had dozed off,

reached for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside,

against

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

the urge to

pajamas until

a gentle glow on him,

he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

the task, he had

her gaze downward and

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her path ahead turned gloomy.

now, Mark became aware

deep to

held more sorrow

was in her

“Here’s your

the phone and hurriedly

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

the study’s door,

formed in Mark’s

button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded a bit

delicately between his fingers.

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for the

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked

that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

they would take good care

her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see

up the phone, feeling

he knew that

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

a waterfall,

placed his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on

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

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

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

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

like a waterfall, making her

his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on

you don’t get some

closer to him, resting her head on

for a long time until his shirt

stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment,

Cecilia awoke to find

assumed Mark had already left for

the stairs, she was surprised

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark

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

took a seat and

have a morning commercial shoot today,” she

a glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll

sip of milk and regarded

“You don’t have to do

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