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.

bit, realizing her youthful days were

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching

playfully nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

genuinely admired his audacious

a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

reclined and feigned

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

already walked toward the bathroom, and

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

will agree to come over if you invite her

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia

her, inquiring, “What’s on your

his presence, Cecilia stared at him. She wanted to keep

whispered, “What’s going through your head? How could 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 teary with

with a soft and caring

way Mark

if

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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 her body nearly melted from

lovemaking swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was

gazed at the screen quietly for

light flickered

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her

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 up as Rena

daughter. She could not bring herself

but Mark silenced

her

his arms and

to a

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

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

cheek rested against the

blinked her eyes open,

the urge to rise

thin pajamas until

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace

smoked in silence. His handsome face

for Cecilia to see Mark in

matter how challenging the task, he

her gaze downward and drifted into

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

Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

held more

phone was in

“Here’s your

phone and hurriedly departed

phone, which remained

glanced towards the study’s door, through

lump formed in

answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why

quietly, “I’m

felt a surge of sympathy for the

Laura and

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation for a

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

Paul’s parents learn that Laura

would take good

been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

hung up the phone, feeling a surge of

he knew that

and

Cecilia

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

placed his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that

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

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

long time until his

and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look

phone on the

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 will you manage during

nestled closer to him, resting her head on his

stayed that way for a long time until his shirt

her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

Mark had already left for

was surprised to find Mark still at

brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a

was having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take Edwin to kindergarten

and brushed

commercial shoot today,” she

warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive

a sip of

“You don’t have

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