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.

a bit, realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

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

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

garments without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his

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

and feigned focus

slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to

toward the bathroom, and his response

not fond of going out. She’s

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did I upset

him.

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

a soft

the way Mark comforted

if you

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Mark drew her close.

not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted

swept them

wasn’t until midnight that

buzzed, and it was

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few

light flickered

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

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 her

not

to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

her

in his arms and whispered,

came to

night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off,

table. As he stepped

against the

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable

urge to rise

thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded with

rare for Cecilia to see

he had a knack for effortlessly

cast her gaze downward

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

became

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

more sorrow than

was in her

said, “Here’s

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

phone, which remained on silent, its

answering, he glanced towards the study’s

formed in

the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

replied quietly, “I’m

a surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care to

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

that she pass the phone

learn that Laura was

assured Mark that they would take good

been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see

up the phone, feeling a surge

that Cecilia felt

his cigarette and returned

Cecilia was

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

phone

kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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

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to him, resting her head on his

that way for a long time until his shirt

cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia was still

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as

placed his phone

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

closer to

that way for a long time until his

and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to find herself

Mark had already

descended the stairs, she was

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s

seat and brushed her long

a morning commercial shoot today,”

milk and offered, “I’ll drive you

took a sip of

whispered, “You don’t

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