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.

her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

garments without hesitation, appearing just like

admired his audacious

teased, “Feeling

and feigned focus on her

out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say

bathroom, and his response drifted from

going out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed

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

at him. She

for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not allowed to

a soft and

way

murmured, “I won’t if you treat

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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

intense lovemaking swept them

that Mark stirred from

phone buzzed, and it

gazed at the screen quietly for a

flickered on and

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

She could not bring herself to embrace

something to say, but Mark silenced her

prevented her

his

to a

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he

he stepped outside, a cool

against the

drew near, blinked her eyes open,

urge

pajamas until she

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for

gaze downward

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would find 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

now, Mark became

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

held more sorrow

was

said, “Here’s your

and hurriedly departed

phone, which remained on silent, its screen

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through which

formed in

the answer button and Laura’s

young girl sounded a bit

and held it delicately between his

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy

and entrusted her

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

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

learn that Laura was having trouble falling

that they would take good care of

her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark,

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

phone

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

“Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to

a long time until his

cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was still

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

his phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

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

nestled closer to him, resting her

that way for a long time until his shirt

and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment,

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

dark coffee casual pants,

with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm

a seat and brushed

commercial shoot today,”

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

of milk and

“You don’t

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