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 youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash for

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have

reclined and feigned focus on her

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

the bathroom, and

fond of going out. She’s content

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

at him.

leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take

with a

the way Mark comforted

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold back his desire,

intense lovemaking swept them

until midnight that Mark stirred

phone buzzed, and it

the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

not bring herself to embrace Laura

silenced her with a gentle finger on

her from

in his

came to

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

cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a

cheek rested against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide

the urge

pajamas until she

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

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

to see

he had a knack for

her gaze downward and drifted

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

Mark became aware of

hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

held more sorrow than

was in

said, “Here’s your

and hurriedly departed as if she feared

grasped his phone, which remained on silent,

glanced towards the study’s door,

formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded a bit

between his fingers. He

quietly,

surge of

to Laura and entrusted her care to a

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for a

parents learn that Laura was having

that they would take

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

up the phone, feeling a surge

that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

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

his phone on

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

stayed that way for a long time

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone on the

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

asked softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep,

nestled closer to him, resting

for a long time

and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting. In that

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find

had already

was surprised

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

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

a seat and brushed her

commercial shoot today,”

of warm milk and offered,

sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t have

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