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 youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

shed his 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 focus on

“What do you say inviting Zoey

had already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

out. She’s content with her life

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your

stared at him.

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 to get

spoke with a soft and

the way Mark

won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

he was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted from his

lovemaking swept them

that Mark

and it was

darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a

light flickered on

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might

daughter. She could not bring herself to

something to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on her

prevented her from

drew Cecilia in his

came to a

night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving his phone

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

cheek rested against the

blinked her eyes open,

couldn’t resist the urge to

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face

was rare for Cecilia to see

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

gaze downward and drifted

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had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul

became

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to

smile held more sorrow

was in her

“Here’s your

the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

his phone, which remained on

towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

lump formed in

answer button and

sounded

it delicately between his

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy

had given birth to Laura and entrusted

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

the phone

parents learn that Laura was

assured Mark that they would

sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

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

his phone on

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

you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

for a long time

his cigarette and

Cecilia was still

like a waterfall,

placed his phone on

to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

you don’t get some sleep, how

closer to him, resting her

long time until his shirt became damp

her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them

to find herself alone in

Mark had already left

was surprised to find Mark still at

dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take

seat and

have a morning commercial shoot today,” she

of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

of milk

whispered, “You don’t have to

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