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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

her

garments without hesitation,

admired his audacious

Mark cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to

and feigned focus on

she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

bathroom, and his

fond of going out. She’s

adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

her, inquiring, “What’s

Cecilia stared at him. She wanted

could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few

with a soft

the way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if you treat

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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

until midnight that

and it was a call

the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

light flickered on and

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena

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

to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

her from

Cecilia in his arms and

to

she had dozed off, so he silently got up,

the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom,

against the

near, blinked her eyes open,

resist the urge to rise from

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

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

Cecilia to see Mark in such a

challenging the task, he had a knack

her gaze downward

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

became aware

deep to decipher, and Cecilia

smile held more sorrow than

was

“Here’s your

hurriedly departed as if she feared having

remained on silent,

towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia

lump formed

answer button and

young girl sounded a

held it delicately between his fingers. He asked

quietly, “I’m

a surge of sympathy for the

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked

Laura

Mark that they would take good care of

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

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of mixed

knew that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned

placed his phone on the

in to kiss her tenderly on the

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

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

way for a long time until

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

his phone on the

on

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

closer to him, resting her head

for a long time until his

her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting. In that moment, neither of them

awoke to find herself

assumed Mark had

the stairs, she was surprised

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a

seat and brushed her long

morning commercial shoot

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

sip of milk

“You don’t have to do

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