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.

realizing her youthful days were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and

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

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his audacious

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

and feigned

“What do you say inviting Zoey over to live

already walked toward the bathroom, and his

not fond of going out. She’s content with her life in

agree to

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark

“What’s on your mind? Did I upset

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep

and whispered, “What’s going through your head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to

a soft

way

“I won’t if

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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

lovemaking swept

that Mark stirred from

and it was a call

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

had something to say, but Mark silenced

her

his arms and whispered,

to a

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

a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped

rested against

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

couldn’t resist the urge to rise

pajamas until she

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

handsome face wore

Cecilia to see Mark in

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

downward and drifted

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find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending

became aware of

too deep

held more sorrow than

was in her

said, “Here’s

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed

which remained on silent, its screen

the study’s door, through which

lump formed

button

young girl sounded

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t you

quietly,

a surge of sympathy for the

to Laura and entrusted her care

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble

Mark that they would

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

feeling a

he knew that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

phone on

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

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

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to him, resting her

for a long time until his shirt

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone

tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

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

her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words to

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

had already

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find

a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

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

a seat and brushed her long

commercial shoot today,”

warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

of

don’t have to do

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