A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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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?”

and was itching to dive into some

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

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

her

without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired

glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you

feigned

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

the bathroom, and his response drifted from

of going out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark

from her, inquiring, “What’s

at him. She wanted to

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 Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not allowed

with a

the way

murmured, “I won’t if you

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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

lovemaking swept them off their

until midnight that

buzzed, and it was a call

the darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on and

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

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

could not bring

but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on her

her from

in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently

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

cheek rested against

open, wide awake, unable to return to

couldn’t resist the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if

for Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he had a

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a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy.

became

with feelings too deep to decipher, and

smile held more sorrow than

was in her

said, “Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

his phone, which remained

glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

formed in

the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

a cigarette and held it delicately between his

quietly,

surge of sympathy for

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

learn that Laura was

that they would

of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that Cecilia felt even

and

enough, Cecilia

her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she

phone

on the lips, noting that they

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

way for a long time until his

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

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

phone on

tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

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

that way for a long time until his shirt became

her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to

had already

she was surprised to find Mark still

Light brown sweater and dark coffee

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

and brushed her

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glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll

took a sip of milk

“You don’t have to do

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