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 days were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was itching to dive into

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

without hesitation, appearing just

admired his

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

feigned

moment later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to live

the bathroom, and his response

of going out. She’s content with

agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

inquiring, “What’s on your

at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

stroked her hair tenderly 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

a soft and

appreciated the way

“I won’t if you treat me

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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

intense lovemaking swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that Mark

and it was a

the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

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

prevented her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

had dozed off, so

he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom,

against the

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until

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

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

was rare for Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he

gaze downward and drifted

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Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned

became aware of

onto hers with feelings too deep to

held more sorrow

was

“Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

the study’s door, through

formed

button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded a bit

delicately between his fingers. He asked softly,

quietly,

of sympathy for

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he

Paul’s parents learn that Laura

they would take good

Laura bid Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood

hung up the phone, feeling a

knew that Cecilia

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

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

phone on the

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will

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

for a long time until

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

shoulders like a waterfall, making her

his phone

her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

to him, resting her head

that way for a long time until his shirt became

stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of

awoke to

Mark had

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant

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

took a seat and brushed her long hair

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of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

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