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 youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into some

exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired

cast a glance her way and teased, “Feeling

and feigned

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

already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

She’s content with her life

Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite her

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost in

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

Cecilia stared at him. She

her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now.

with a

appreciated the way Mark comforted

won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept

that

buzzed, and it was a call

the darkness, he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

flickered

eluded him, so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena did with

could not bring herself to embrace Laura

Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on her

prevented her

in his arms

to

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

bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept

against the white

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

resist the urge

darkness wearing her thin pajamas

spotlight cast a gentle glow on him, resembling

light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore

Cecilia to see Mark

he had a knack

downward and

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

became aware of

onto hers with feelings too deep

more sorrow

phone was in

“Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

which remained on

of immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door,

formed

answer button and Laura’s voice came

young girl sounded a bit

a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

replied quietly,

surge of sympathy

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to a

found herself in an unfamiliar environment,

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

learn that Laura was having trouble

assured Mark that they would take good care

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

phone, feeling a surge of

that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

like a waterfall, making

placed his phone on the

to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting

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

long time until his shirt became

cigarette and

Cecilia was

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

his phone on the

on

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t

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

time until his shirt

gently stroked her hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words

morning, Cecilia awoke to find

had already left for

descended the stairs, she was surprised

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

down, he flashed a warm smile

took a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial shoot

milk and offered,

of milk

“You don’t have

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