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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

and exclaimed, “I’ve

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired

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

and feigned

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

the bathroom, and his response

She’s content with her life

Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

from her, inquiring, “What’s

at him. She wanted

stroked 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 few years. By that

spoke with a soft and

the way Mark comforted

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Mark drew her close.

overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his

lovemaking swept

wasn’t until midnight that

and it was a call from

for

flickered on and

Cecilia,

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

was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace

but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

her from

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to a

had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving

table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom, leaving a touch

cheek rested against the

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

couldn’t resist the urge to

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling

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

for Cecilia to see Mark in such

how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

gaze downward

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

Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

onto hers with feelings too deep to

smile held more sorrow

was

said, “Here’s your

passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through which

lump formed in

answer button and Laura’s

young girl sounded

between his fingers. He asked softly,

quietly, “I’m

of sympathy

Laura and entrusted her care to a

herself in an unfamiliar

requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for

that Laura

assured Mark that they would take good

of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a

up the phone, feeling a surge

that

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia

a waterfall, making her look striking as she

phone on

on the lips, noting that

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

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and instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became

extinguished his cigarette and returned

Cecilia was still

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the

placed his phone on

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

to him,

stayed that way for a long time

and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

if it was their souls connecting.

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

assumed Mark had already left for

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

sweater and dark

When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed

seat and brushed her long

morning commercial shoot

warm milk and

sip of

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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