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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into

nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired his

cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

reclined and feigned focus on her

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

already walked toward the bathroom, and his

going out. She’s content with

Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She

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 time, you’re not allowed to

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appreciated the way Mark comforted

“I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her

lovemaking swept

that Mark

and it was a call from

the screen quietly for a few seconds

light flickered on

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

not bring herself to

Mark silenced

her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

came to

the night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got up,

cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a

against the

open, wide

couldn’t resist the urge to rise from

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded

for Cecilia to see

matter how challenging the task, he had

her gaze downward and drifted

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her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to

became aware of

too deep to decipher, and

more sorrow

phone was in

said, “Here’s

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

he glanced towards the

lump formed in

button and Laura’s

girl sounded a bit

it delicately between his

replied quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care to a

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s

Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

that they would take good

sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and

phone, feeling

that Cecilia

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

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

placed his phone on the

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

you don’t get

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

way for a long time until his shirt became

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was still

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

you don’t

and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head

for a long time until his shirt became

hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither

to find herself alone in

Mark had already

the stairs, she was surprised to find

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and

saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said,

seat and brushed her long

a morning commercial

and offered, “I’ll drive

sip of milk

whispered, “You don’t

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