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.

bit, realizing her youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his

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

reclined and feigned

out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

walked toward the bathroom, and

going out. She’s content

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

her, inquiring, “What’s on your

presence, Cecilia stared at him.

and whispered, “What’s going through your head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take

with a soft and

the way Mark

if you treat

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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,

intense lovemaking swept them off their

until midnight that Mark stirred from his

it

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

light flickered on and

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

her

in his arms and whispered,

came to a

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

table. As he stepped

rested against the white

eyes open, wide awake, unable to

the urge to rise

thin pajamas until she eventually located

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

His handsome face

for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

task, he had a knack for

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole

now, Mark became

onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and

smile held more sorrow

was in

“Here’s

phone and hurriedly departed as if she

grasped his phone, which remained on

the study’s door,

formed in Mark’s

then pressed the answer button and

young girl sounded

cigarette and held it delicately between his

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy for

Laura and

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where

that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

would take

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

phone, feeling a

knew that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

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

phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

way for a long time until his

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making

his phone on the

kiss her tenderly on the lips,

you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

nestled closer to him,

time until his shirt became

her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had already left

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

and dark coffee casual

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

a seat and brushed her long hair

a morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

a sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t

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