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?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching

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

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired

“Feeling

and feigned

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say

already walked toward the bathroom, and

going out. She’s content

she will agree to come over if you

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

across from her, inquiring, “What’s on

stared at him. She wanted to

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

a

appreciated the way

won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

he was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted

swept

wasn’t until midnight that Mark

and it

at the screen quietly for a few

light flickered on

Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have

not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

silenced her with a gentle finger

her from

in his arms and

came to a

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

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

rested against the

eyes open,

couldn’t resist the urge to

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

the soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts

was rare for Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

cast her gaze downward and

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

became aware of Cecilia’s

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to

held more sorrow

was

“Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

remained on silent, its

answering, he glanced towards the study’s door,

lump formed in

the answer button and Laura’s voice came

sounded a

and held it delicately between his fingers. He

quietly,

of sympathy

and entrusted

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

offering some comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone

Laura was having trouble falling asleep

would take good

Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t

up the phone, feeling a

that Cecilia felt

and returned to

Cecilia was

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

placed his phone

to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

long time until

and returned

enough, Cecilia was still

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

his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

nestled closer to him, resting

time

stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting.

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

assumed Mark had already left for

the stairs, she was surprised to find

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

down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take

seat and brushed her long

morning commercial shoot

milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to the set

of milk and regarded

don’t have

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