A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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.

blushed a bit, realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to

and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

her

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired his

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

reclined and feigned focus

do you say inviting Zoey over to live

bathroom, and his response drifted from

going out. She’s

Maybe she will agree to

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark

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

at him. She wanted

alone for now. We

a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her

lovemaking swept them

until midnight that Mark stirred

it was a

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

flickered on

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

not bring herself to embrace Laura as

say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

prevented her from

Cecilia in his

to a

dozed off, so he silently got

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

against

eyes open, wide awake, unable

couldn’t resist the urge to

her thin pajamas until

a gentle glow on him, resembling

soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore

for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

gaze downward and

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path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would weigh

now, Mark became

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied

held more

was

said, “Here’s

and hurriedly departed as if

remained on silent,

the study’s door,

lump formed in

the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded

held it delicately between his fingers. He

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy for the

to Laura and entrusted her

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he

Laura was having

they would take good

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

feeling a surge of mixed

knew that Cecilia felt

and returned to the

Cecilia

shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as

placed his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

long time until his shirt became damp and

cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

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

his phone on

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

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

closer to him,

for a long time until

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

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

assumed Mark had already

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark

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

a seat and brushed her long

morning commercial shoot

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

a sip of milk and

don’t have to do

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