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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was

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

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

garments without hesitation,

genuinely admired his audacious

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

and feigned focus on

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

walked toward the bathroom, and his

of going out. She’s content

Maybe she will agree to

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

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

his presence, Cecilia stared at him.

leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that

with a soft

appreciated the way

won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them off

midnight that Mark

it

the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

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

to say, but Mark silenced

her

drew Cecilia in his

to

had dozed off, so

he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the

rested against the white

her eyes open, wide

resist the urge to rise from

pajamas until she eventually located Mark

glow on him, resembling

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

Cecilia to see Mark

challenging the task, he had a knack

cast her gaze downward and

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but deep regret if her path

now, Mark became

onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher,

smile held more sorrow than

phone was in her

said, “Here’s

phone and hurriedly departed

remained on silent, its screen flashing

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the

lump formed in Mark’s

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

between his fingers. He asked

quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

birth to Laura and entrusted her care

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble

that they would take good care of

Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that

extinguished his cigarette and returned

enough, Cecilia

hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

phone

kiss her tenderly on

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

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

stayed that way for a long time until

and returned to

Cecilia

waterfall, making

his phone

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

time until his shirt became damp and

her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

assumed Mark had already left

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle

Cecilia coming down, he flashed a

a seat and

morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

took a sip of

“You don’t have to

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