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.

realizing her

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was itching to dive

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing just like his

genuinely admired his audacious

“Feeling tempted? Didn’t

reclined and feigned focus on her

“What do you say

the bathroom, and his response drifted from

not fond of going out. She’s

Edwin. Maybe she will agree to

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

inquiring, “What’s

Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

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

a

the way

if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred

and it was a call from

quietly for

light flickered on and

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

something to say, but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms and

to

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

of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the

cheek rested against

open, wide awake, unable to return

couldn’t resist the urge

thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling

soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore

for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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would find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would

now, Mark became

locked onto hers with feelings too deep

held more sorrow than

was

said, “Here’s

hurriedly departed as if she feared

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

towards the study’s door, through

lump formed in Mark’s

answer button and Laura’s voice

sounded a

delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late.

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy for the

Laura and entrusted

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was

they would take

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

feeling a surge of mixed

that

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the

his phone on

her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

for a long time

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as

placed his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

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

stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither

to find herself alone in

had already left

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding

was having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and

seat and brushed her

have a morning commercial

her a glass of warm milk and

sip of

whispered, “You don’t have to

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