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.

realizing her youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to dive into some

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

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

her

hesitation, appearing just like his

admired

and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

reclined and feigned focus

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey

had already walked toward the bathroom, and

not fond of going out. She’s

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did I

Cecilia stared at him.

alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few

with a

way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until

lovemaking swept

until midnight that

buzzed, and it was a call from

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

flickered

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

her from

his arms

to a

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

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

rested against

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

resist the urge to rise

thin pajamas

a gentle glow on him, resembling

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

Cecilia to

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

cast her gaze downward

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but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir

Mark became

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

more sorrow than

phone was in

said, “Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as

grasped his phone, which remained on silent,

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

lump formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button and Laura’s

young girl sounded

it delicately between his fingers. He asked

replied quietly, “I’m

a surge of

had given birth to Laura and

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

offering some comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the

did Paul’s parents learn that Laura

they would take good care

heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of mixed

knew that Cecilia

cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

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

that way for a long time until his shirt

cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

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

placed his phone on the

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

morning? If you don’t

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

that way for a long time

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

Mark had already left for

was surprised to find Mark still at

and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

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

took a seat and brushed her long hair

commercial shoot

glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

took a sip of milk and regarded

“You don’t have to

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