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 days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to dive into some

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed,

Mark released her hand.

rose from his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his

undressed, Mark cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling

and feigned focus

slightly annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey

walked toward the bathroom, and

She’s content with

and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

“What’s on your mind?

Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep

for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in

a soft and caring

way

murmured, “I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

lovemaking swept them

midnight that

it was a call

he gazed at the screen quietly for

light flickered on and

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

knew he liked Laura dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not

silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her

in his arms and whispered,

came to a

dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving

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

against

drew near, blinked her eyes open,

the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in

he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

downward and drifted into

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

became aware of

with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

held more sorrow

was in her

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared

his phone, which remained on silent,

towards the study’s

lump formed in

button and Laura’s

young girl sounded

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

quietly,

of

given birth to Laura and

herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for

Laura

would

on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now couldn’t often see Mark,

phone, feeling a

that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

placed his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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closer to him,

long time until his shirt became damp

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was still

waterfall, making her look

phone on the

on the lips, noting that they

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

closer to him, resting her head on his

for a long time until

her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting.

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

Mark had

the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

and dark

Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile

a seat and brushed

have a morning commercial

and offered, “I’ll drive

of milk and

“You don’t

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