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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some intimate

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his audacious

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

and feigned focus

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over

bathroom,

fond of going out. She’s content with

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed

from her, inquiring, “What’s

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

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 allowed to get teary

with a

appreciated the way

if

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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 desire, kissing her until her body

lovemaking swept

midnight that Mark stirred

phone buzzed, and it

for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

light flickered on

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

her

Cecilia in his

to

the night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up,

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

against the white

blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

the urge

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

handsome face wore

to see

task, he had a knack for effortlessly

downward and drifted into quiet

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

now, Mark became aware of

locked onto hers with feelings too deep

smile held more sorrow

phone was

said, “Here’s

and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

remained on silent, its

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the

lump formed

then pressed the answer button and

girl sounded

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He

replied quietly,

a surge of

Laura and entrusted her care to

in an unfamiliar environment,

words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them

that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

they would take good care

weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth

the phone, feeling a

he knew that Cecilia felt

cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

his phone

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

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

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

long time until his shirt became

his cigarette and

Cecilia

waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the

phone on the

her tenderly on

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

and instead, nestled closer to him,

long time until his shirt became damp and

stroked her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

assumed Mark had already

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants,

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

seat and brushed

have a morning commercial

a glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to the set

sip of milk

whispered, “You don’t have to

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