A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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 youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching

exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

garments without hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired

way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

reclined and feigned focus on her

annoyed, “What do

had already walked toward the bathroom,

out. She’s content with

adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed

inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

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,

a soft and caring

appreciated the way

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold

swept them

that Mark

and it was

he gazed at the screen quietly for a

light flickered

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

he liked Laura dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her

could not bring herself

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

prevented her from

in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to

had dozed off, so

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

against the

open, wide awake,

resist the urge

thin pajamas until she

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

challenging the task, he had

gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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

Mark became aware

hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

more sorrow than

was in

“Here’s

the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

he glanced towards the study’s door,

formed

button and

young girl sounded

held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why

quietly, “I’m

a surge of sympathy for the

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

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

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura

would take good care of

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 of

he knew that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia

waterfall, making

placed his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on

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

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to

a long time until his

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

like a waterfall, making her look striking as

phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became damp

her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself

had already left for

stairs, she was surprised

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he

took a seat and brushed her

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