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?”

and was itching to dive

exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

hesitation, appearing

genuinely admired his

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

feigned focus on her

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you

the bathroom, and his response drifted from

of going out. She’s content with her life in

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

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

him. She

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

a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body

lovemaking swept them off

that Mark

phone buzzed, and it

at the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered

him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

he 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 as Rena did

could not bring herself

say, but Mark silenced her

her from

his arms and

came to

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

reached for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped

cheek rested against the white

open,

couldn’t resist the urge

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

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

to see Mark

how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

downward

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would find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy.

now, Mark became aware

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to

held more sorrow than

was in

“Here’s your

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared

grasped his phone, which remained on silent, its screen

the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button

girl sounded

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t

replied quietly,

a surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care to

herself in an unfamiliar environment,

the phone to Paul’s parents where

did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having

Mark that they would take good care

Laura bid Mark good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

up the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that Cecilia felt even

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was

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

his phone on

her tenderly on the lips,

“Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

long time until his

cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

like a waterfall,

phone on the

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

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

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

way for a long time until his shirt became damp

hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself alone in

assumed Mark had already

the stairs, she was surprised

Light brown sweater and dark coffee

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

seat and

have a morning commercial shoot today,”

and offered,

of

don’t have to

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