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.

her youthful days

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and

exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

genuinely admired his audacious

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

reclined and feigned focus on her

do you say

bathroom,

of going out. She’s content

she will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

at him. She

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

spoke with a

appreciated the way Mark comforted

won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted from

intense lovemaking swept

wasn’t until midnight that Mark stirred from his

and it was a call from

gazed at the screen quietly for

flickered on

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger

prevented her

Cecilia in his arms and

came to a

night wore on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he

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

against

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

urge to

darkness wearing her thin pajamas

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

in the soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown

for Cecilia to see Mark

the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward

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

became aware of Cecilia’s

with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

held more sorrow than

was in

“Here’s your

passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

which remained on silent, its screen

the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

lump formed

answer button

sounded a

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

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for

Laura and entrusted

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s

parents learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

that they would

on her. She had been deprived

the phone, feeling a surge of

knew that

and

Cecilia was still

her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

placed his phone on the

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

you don’t get some sleep, how will

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to

stayed that way for a long time until his

his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia was still

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking

phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some

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

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

her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting. In that moment, neither of

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

Mark had already left for

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still at

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

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

a seat and brushed her

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

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