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 days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to dive

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired

Mark cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

feigned focus

do you say inviting

the bathroom, and his

fond of going out. She’s content with her life in

will agree to come over if you invite her

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

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

at him.

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

spoke with a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you

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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 body nearly melted from his

swept

midnight that Mark

buzzed, and it was a call

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

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

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

silenced her with a gentle finger

her from

Cecilia in his

came to

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

he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the

against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she

on him, resembling a

smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark

matter how challenging the task, he had

cast her gaze downward and

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if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path

Mark became aware of

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

held more

phone was in her

“Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed

remained on silent, its screen

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s

lump formed

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

young girl sounded

between his

quietly,

surge of sympathy

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

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

learn that Laura was having

Mark that they would

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

feeling a

knew that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

asked softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

way for a long time until

and returned to the

Cecilia

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned

his phone on

on the lips,

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

instead, nestled closer to him,

for a long time until his shirt became damp and

her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that

to

had

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

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

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

took a seat and brushed her long

a morning commercial shoot

warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

of

“You don’t have to do

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