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.

blushed a bit, realizing her

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to

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

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

her

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

genuinely admired his

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

reclined and feigned focus on her

out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to live

walked toward the bathroom, and

out. She’s content

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed

“What’s on your mind? Did I

stared at him. She

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 teary

with a soft and

appreciated the way

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them

until midnight that Mark stirred from

buzzed, and it was a

the screen quietly for a

flickered on and

Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena did with

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

silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her from

Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to

had dozed off, so he silently

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

rested against

her eyes open, wide awake, unable

urge to rise

thin pajamas until she

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

challenging the task, he had a

cast her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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if her path ahead

Mark became aware

feelings too deep

smile held more sorrow

was in

said, “Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as

his phone, which remained on

immediately answering, he glanced towards the

lump formed

pressed the answer button and Laura’s

sounded a bit

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

quietly,

felt a surge of

Laura and

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

to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he

parents learn that Laura was having

that they would take good care

bid 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 often see Mark, who gave

hung up the phone, feeling a surge

knew that

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

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

his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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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to him, resting her head on his

for a long time until his shirt

his cigarette and returned

Cecilia was

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

his phone on

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

closer to him, resting her head

way for a long time until his shirt became damp

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

had

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark

down, he flashed a warm

took a seat and brushed

have a morning commercial shoot today,”

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

sip of milk

don’t have to do

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