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 days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to dive

and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for a

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

genuinely admired

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

and feigned

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over

toward the bathroom,

of going out. She’s content with her life

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark

from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did

stared at him. She wanted

I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now.

spoke with a soft

appreciated the way Mark

“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

intense lovemaking swept them off their

midnight that Mark stirred from

buzzed, and it was a call from

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before

light flickered on

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

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 as Rena did

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her from

in his arms and

to

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

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

rested against the white

open, wide awake, unable to return to

urge to

wearing her thin pajamas

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid

he smoked in silence. His handsome face

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

challenging the task, he had a

her gaze downward and drifted

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

Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

too deep

more sorrow than

phone was in

“Here’s

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

phone, which remained

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through

lump formed in

pressed the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

it delicately between his fingers. He

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of

birth to Laura and entrusted her care

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having

Mark that they would take

had been deprived of a family’s warmth

the phone, feeling a

he knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned

Cecilia

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

his phone

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

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

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

long time

and returned to the

Cecilia

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

his phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

you don’t get some

closer to

time until his shirt became

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

awoke to

assumed Mark had

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

and 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 Edwin

a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial shoot today,” she

her a glass of warm milk and offered,

sip of milk and regarded

don’t

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