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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

a little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to

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

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired

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

feigned focus on her

do you say

bathroom, and his response drifted

She’s content with her life in

Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia lost

from her, inquiring, “What’s

him.

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

with a soft

way Mark

won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

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

swept them

midnight that Mark stirred from

it was a

for a few seconds before finally hitting

light flickered on and

embraced Cecilia,

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena

She could not bring herself to

something to say, but Mark silenced her with

her from

his arms and

came to a

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

pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. As he stepped outside,

rested against the white

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return

resist the urge to

darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in the

him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

face wore a slight frown as

for Cecilia to see Mark in

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for

cast her gaze downward and

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if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole

Mark became aware of

deep to decipher, and

smile held more sorrow than

phone was in her

said, “Here’s your

the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

phone, which remained on silent, its screen

glanced towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

lump formed in

the answer button

sounded a

delicately between his fingers.

replied quietly,

a surge of sympathy for the

to Laura and entrusted her care

herself in an unfamiliar environment,

some comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s parents

then did Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having trouble

Mark that they would take good care

heavily on her. She had been deprived

up the phone, feeling

he knew that Cecilia felt even

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was still

a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

placed his phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that

morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will

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nestled closer to

a long time

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

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

phone on

tenderly on the lips, noting that they

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

closer to him, resting her head on his

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

and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to find herself

Mark had

the stairs, she was

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

was having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile

seat and

commercial shoot today,”

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

sip of milk and

“You don’t have to

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