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 were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

break, Mark became energetic and was itching to

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash

Mark released her hand.

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 usual

admired

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

and feigned focus on her

blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over

toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

out. She’s content

will agree to come over if you invite her

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed

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

him. She wanted to

her hair 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

a soft and

appreciated the way Mark comforted

“I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back

intense lovemaking swept them off their

until midnight that Mark stirred from his

phone buzzed, and it was

at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on and

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena did

Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself

had something to say, but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

Cecilia in his arms and

came to a

dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving his phone

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

against

blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

urge

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded with

for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

task, he had a

her gaze downward and drifted

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

Mark became aware of

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

smile held more sorrow

phone was in

“Here’s

phone and hurriedly departed as if she

which remained on silent, its screen flashing

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

lump formed

the answer button and Laura’s voice

sounded

and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t you

replied quietly,

surge of

birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble

they would take good care of

her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since

the phone, feeling a surge

that

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making her look striking as

placed his phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

that way for a long time until

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

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

his phone

her tenderly on the lips,

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

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

way for a long time until his

stroked her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

their souls connecting. In that moment,

Cecilia awoke to

Mark had

stairs, she was surprised to find

dark

Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile

and

a morning commercial shoot

and offered, “I’ll drive you to the set

of milk and

whispered, “You don’t have

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