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.

a bit, realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into

arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

rose from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired his audacious

undressed, Mark cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you

reclined and feigned focus on her

she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

going out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

from her, inquiring, “What’s on your

at him. She wanted

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,

spoke with a soft and

way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body

swept them

midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was a call from

quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on and

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Laura dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they

not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

say, but Mark silenced her with

her

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered,

to a

believed she had dozed off, so he silently got

the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept

rested against the white

blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to

resist the urge to rise

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly

light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark

task, he had a knack for

cast her gaze downward and

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

became

onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

smile held more sorrow

phone was in

“Here’s

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed

grasped his phone, which remained on silent,

towards the

lump formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded

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

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy for the

birth to Laura and entrusted

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for a

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

they would take good care

on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since

feeling a surge

knew that Cecilia felt even

and

enough, Cecilia

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she

his phone on the

tenderly on the

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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

for a long time until his shirt became damp

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was still

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

phone

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

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

instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

stayed that way for a long time until

and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment,

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

assumed Mark had

she was surprised to

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s

took a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial shoot

milk and offered, “I’ll drive

sip of

whispered, “You don’t have to

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