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.

a bit, realizing her youthful

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was

his arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as if

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze toward

without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired

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

feigned focus on her

she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

of going out. She’s content with her

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark

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

stared at him. She wanted

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 get

spoke with a soft

the way Mark comforted

if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from his

phone buzzed, and it was

screen quietly for a few seconds before

light flickered on and

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

not bring

had something to say, but Mark silenced her

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms and

to

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so

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

cheek rested against the white

eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

couldn’t resist the urge to rise

her thin pajamas until

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling

face wore a slight frown as if his

Cecilia to see

task, he had a knack for effortlessly

cast her gaze downward and

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

now, Mark became aware of

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with

more sorrow

phone was

“Here’s

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

his phone, which remained on silent,

towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia

lump formed in

answer button and

girl sounded a

it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for the

had given birth to Laura and entrusted her

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

some comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone

did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble

that they would take

been deprived of a family’s warmth

up the phone, feeling a surge of

that

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

his phone on

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

tomorrow morning? If you don’t get

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and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

that way for a long time until his shirt became damp and

cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was

waterfall, making her

his phone on the

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

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

closer to him,

long time until his shirt became

and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

as if it was their souls connecting.

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself

had

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual

was having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a

and brushed

have a morning commercial shoot

warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

took a sip of milk and regarded

whispered, “You don’t have

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