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 itching to dive into

his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash for

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

garments without hesitation, appearing just

genuinely admired

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

feigned

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

toward the bathroom, and his response

going out. She’s content with her life

will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark

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

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to

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

spoke with a soft

appreciated the way Mark

“I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that Mark

it was a call from

gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered

embraced Cecilia,

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 with open arms, raising her

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as

but Mark silenced her with a

her from

drew Cecilia in his arms and

to

dozed off, so he silently

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

against the white

open, wide awake, unable to

resist the urge

thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

gentle glow on him, resembling

handsome face wore a slight

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark

how challenging the task, he had a knack for

downward

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

Mark became aware of

too deep to decipher, and

more sorrow than

was

“Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly

his phone, which remained on silent, its screen flashing

answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through

formed in

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s voice

girl sounded

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He

replied quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy for

Laura and entrusted her care to

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

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

that Laura was having trouble falling asleep

assured Mark that they would take

good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark, who gave

the phone, feeling

knew that Cecilia felt even

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was still

shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone

her tenderly on the lips, noting

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to

time until his shirt became damp

his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

placed his phone on

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

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

long time

hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

had already left for

was surprised

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

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

and

morning commercial shoot today,” she

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

sip of milk

whispered, “You don’t have

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