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 behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some intimate

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

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired

undressed, Mark cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling

feigned focus on

slightly annoyed, “What do

toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed

“What’s on your mind?

at him. She wanted to

How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We

a soft

way Mark comforted

if

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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

lovemaking swept them off

until midnight that Mark stirred from his

it was a call from

screen quietly for a

flickered on and

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to

she had dozed off,

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

cheek rested against

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

couldn’t resist the urge

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually

glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore

for Cecilia to see Mark

challenging the task, he had a knack

her gaze downward

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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

feelings too deep to

held more sorrow

phone was in

said, “Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

grasped his phone, which remained

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the

lump formed in

answer button and Laura’s voice

sounded a

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

quietly,

of sympathy

given birth to Laura and entrusted

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

Mark requested that she pass the phone

did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

they would take 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

the phone, feeling a surge

he knew that Cecilia

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

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

his phone on the

in to kiss her tenderly on the

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

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instead, nestled closer to

way for a long time until his

cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was still

like a waterfall,

his phone

her tenderly on the

If you don’t get

nestled closer to

a long time until

and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither

following morning, Cecilia awoke to

had already left

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant

he

a seat and brushed her

morning commercial shoot today,”

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

sip of milk

don’t have to do

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