A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1691-1700

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.

blushed a bit, realizing her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching

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

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

shed his garments without hesitation, appearing just

admired

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

feigned

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey

toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

not fond of going out. She’s content with her

will agree to come over if you invite

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

inquiring, “What’s on your mind? Did

at him. She wanted to

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

spoke with a soft and caring

the way Mark

if you treat

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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,

intense lovemaking swept them off their

until midnight that Mark stirred

phone buzzed, and it was

at the screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting the

flickered on and

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring

silenced her with a gentle finger on her

her from

his arms and whispered,

to

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

he stepped outside, a cool

against the white

her eyes open, wide

urge to rise from

through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she

a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly

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

was rare for Cecilia to see Mark

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for

gaze downward

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

Mark became aware

with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

more sorrow than

phone was in

said, “Here’s

him the phone and hurriedly departed as

grasped his phone, which remained on silent,

he glanced towards the study’s door,

lump formed in Mark’s

button and

sounded a

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

quietly,

surge of sympathy

to Laura and entrusted her care

found herself in an unfamiliar environment,

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents where

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura

would take good

Laura bid Mark 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 a surge of mixed

knew that Cecilia

and returned to the

Cecilia was still

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

placed his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

long time until his shirt

and

Cecilia was

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

his phone on the

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage

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

a long time until his shirt became damp

her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to find herself

had already left

the stairs, she was surprised

brown sweater and dark coffee

Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed

took a seat and brushed

morning commercial shoot today,” she

and offered, “I’ll

sip of milk and

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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