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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

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

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her

garments without hesitation, appearing just

admired

teased, “Feeling

and feigned focus on her

“What do you say inviting Zoey over

toward the bathroom, and his response

not fond of going out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

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

at him. She wanted

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 teary

a soft

the way Mark

won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them

until midnight that Mark stirred from his

buzzed, and it was a

at the screen quietly for a few

light flickered on

embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her

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

silenced her with a gentle

prevented her

in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

had dozed

the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool

cheek rested against

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

urge to rise from

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

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

Cecilia to see

how challenging the task, he had a knack for

her gaze downward and drifted into

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

Mark became

hers with feelings too deep to

held more sorrow

was in

said, “Here’s your

the phone and hurriedly departed as

phone, which remained on silent, its screen

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

formed in Mark’s

answer button and Laura’s voice came

sounded a bit

his fingers. He

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

pass the phone to Paul’s

Laura was having trouble falling asleep

they would take good

night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since

the phone, feeling a surge

he knew that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making her look

phone

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

stayed that way for a long time until his

and returned

Cecilia

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that they

have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some

and instead, nestled closer to him,

long time until

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself alone in

had already left

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find

dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle

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

took a seat and brushed her

morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

sip of

don’t have to do

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