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 youthful days were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

genuinely admired his

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

reclined and feigned focus on her

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

the bathroom, and his response

She’s

you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite her with

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s on

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

head? How 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 not allowed to get

with a soft and

way Mark

if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them off

until midnight that Mark

it was a call from

quietly for a few seconds before finally

flickered

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

daughter. She could not bring

had something to say, but Mark silenced her with

prevented her from

in his

to

had dozed off, so he silently

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

rested against

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

couldn’t resist the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located

cast a gentle glow on him,

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

Cecilia to see

challenging the task, he had a knack for

cast her gaze downward and drifted into

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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 weigh heavily

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to

held more

was in

said, “Here’s your

and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

which remained on silent, its screen

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed in

the answer button

sounded a

it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t

quietly,

a surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care to

an unfamiliar environment, a

pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for a

did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having

that they would take good care of

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

up the phone, feeling a surge

he knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and

Cecilia was still

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

his phone on

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

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

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to him, resting her head

way for a long time until his

his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone on

tenderly on the lips, noting

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some

to him, resting her head

time until his shirt became damp

gently stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that moment,

Cecilia awoke to find

assumed Mark had

she was surprised to find

in a Light brown sweater and dark

was having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s

and brushed her long

commercial shoot today,”

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

took a sip of milk

“You don’t

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