A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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.

Angela’s Library

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.

Angela’s Library

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.

bit, realizing her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to

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

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her

without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his audacious

cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you

reclined and feigned

she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

toward the bathroom, and

of going out. She’s content with her life

adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

at him. She

“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

way Mark

“I won’t if

AngelasLibrary

Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them

until midnight that Mark stirred from

phone buzzed, and it was a call from

quietly for

flickered

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on her

her from

Cecilia in his arms and

came to

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got

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

against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to

resist the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

handsome face wore a slight frown as if his

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward

>

would find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher,

smile held more sorrow

was in her

said, “Here’s

phone and hurriedly departed as if she

remained on silent,

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

lump formed in

button and Laura’s

sounded a bit

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly,

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy for the

Laura and entrusted her care to

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

assured Mark that they would take

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

the phone, feeling

that Cecilia felt even

cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

placed his phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

>

to him, resting

time until his shirt became damp

his cigarette and

Cecilia

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

placed his phone

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

you don’t get some sleep, how will you

and instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

had already

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant

with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he

a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial

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

a sip of

“You don’t have

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255