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 youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

rose from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired

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

reclined and feigned focus on

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

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response

not fond of going out. She’s content

Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed

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

Cecilia stared at him.

“What’s going through your head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take

spoke with a

way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until

lovemaking swept them off

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from his

and it was a

for a few

light flickered on

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring

had something to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on her

her from

in his

came to a

dozed off, so he

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

rested against the white

eyes open, wide awake,

urge

thin pajamas

gentle glow on him, resembling a

in silence. His handsome face wore a

was rare for Cecilia to see

the task, he had

gaze downward

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but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of

Mark became aware

hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

more sorrow

phone was

“Here’s your

and hurriedly departed as if she feared

which remained

the study’s door, through which Cecilia

formed in

pressed the answer button and

young girl sounded

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his

quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

they would take good care of

bid Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a

hung up the phone, feeling

knew that Cecilia felt even

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was

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

his phone

kiss her tenderly on

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didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to

long time until

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

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

his phone on the

her tenderly on

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

didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting

for a long time until

gently stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting. In

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find

assumed Mark had

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find

and dark coffee casual pants, exuding

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

and brushed her long

a morning commercial shoot

of warm milk and offered, “I’ll

sip of

don’t have to do

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