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 youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching

nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his

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

feigned focus on

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

had already walked toward the bathroom, and his

fond of going out. She’s content with

she adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark

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

at him. She wanted to

I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not

a soft

the way Mark

murmured, “I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

not last, he couldn’t

lovemaking swept them

that Mark stirred from his

and it was a call

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

light flickered on and

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms,

could not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

Mark silenced her

her

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered,

came to

dozed off, so

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

against the

open, wide awake,

urge

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

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

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

for Cecilia to

how challenging the task, he had a knack

her gaze downward and

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if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to

became aware of Cecilia’s

feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

smile held more sorrow

phone was

said, “Here’s

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

which remained on silent, its screen flashing

towards the

lump formed in

the answer button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded a bit

his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for the

had given birth to Laura and entrusted

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

she pass the phone to

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

that they would

night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

placed his phone on

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

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

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and instead, nestled closer to

way for a long time until his shirt

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she

phone on the

her tenderly on the lips,

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

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

way for a long time

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once

Cecilia trembled slightly.

it was their souls connecting. In

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

had

the stairs, she was surprised to

a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

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

took a seat and brushed her long hair

commercial shoot today,”

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

took a sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t have to

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