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?”

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

and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing just

admired his

teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to

feigned

annoyed, “What do

walked toward the bathroom,

out. She’s content

she will agree to come over if you invite her with

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

“What’s

at him.

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 allowed to

with a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them

that Mark stirred from

phone buzzed, and it was a

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on and

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as

but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

his arms and

to

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

cheek rested against the white

her eyes open,

urge

her thin pajamas

him, resembling

silence. His handsome face wore a

to see Mark in

he

cast her gaze downward

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

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

more sorrow

phone was in

“Here’s

hurriedly departed as if she feared having

remained

glanced towards the study’s

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s voice came

girl sounded a

his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t you

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of

to Laura and

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling

Mark that they would take good care

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

phone, feeling a surge of mixed

that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was still

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

way for a long time until his shirt became

cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was still

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

placed his phone on the

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

nestled closer to him, resting her

a long time until his shirt became

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words to

to

had

was surprised

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle

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

and brushed her long hair

morning commercial shoot today,”

warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to

of milk and regarded

don’t have to do

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