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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

hesitation,

genuinely admired his audacious

“Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say

and feigned focus on

do you say inviting Zoey

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response

fond of going out. She’s content with her life in

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did I upset

at him. She wanted to keep

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

with a soft and

way

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing

intense lovemaking swept them

that Mark stirred from his

phone buzzed, and it was a

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

light flickered on

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

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

Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

Mark silenced

her from

his

came to a

had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving

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

against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

resist the urge to rise

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

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

for Cecilia to see Mark

the task, he had a

her gaze downward

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if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole

became aware of Cecilia’s

hers with feelings too deep to

smile held more sorrow than

phone was

said, “Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

remained on silent,

he glanced towards the study’s door, through

formed in Mark’s

button and Laura’s voice came

girl sounded

between his

quietly,

surge of

Laura and

herself in an unfamiliar

offering some comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s

that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

they would take good

had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often

phone, feeling a surge

that Cecilia

and returned

Cecilia

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

phone on

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you

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nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

time

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

shoulders like a waterfall, making her

placed his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

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

nestled closer to him, resting her head on

way for a long time

gently stroked her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to find herself

Mark had already left for

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

dark coffee casual pants,

coming down, he flashed a warm smile

a seat and brushed her long hair

morning commercial shoot

her a glass of warm milk and

sip of

whispered, “You don’t have to

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