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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

little break, Mark became energetic and was itching to dive

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

Mark released her hand.

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

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

without hesitation, appearing just like his usual

admired his

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t you say you have something to

and feigned

annoyed, “What do you

toward the bathroom, and

She’s content with

she will agree

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

her, inquiring, “What’s on your mind?

at him. She wanted

leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that

spoke with a

way Mark comforted

won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire,

swept them off their

until midnight that Mark stirred from

it was a

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally hitting

flickered

embraced Cecilia, nuzzling

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

could not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

say, but Mark silenced

her from

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to

had dozed off, so he silently got up,

As he stepped outside, a cool

against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable

couldn’t resist the urge

ventured through the darkness wearing her thin pajamas

faint spotlight cast a gentle glow on him,

silence. His handsome face wore a slight

to see Mark in

challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

her gaze downward

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find contentment if Laura had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending

became aware

too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

held more

phone was in her

said, “Here’s

phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having

grasped his phone, which remained

immediately answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through which

formed in

button

girl sounded a bit

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s

quietly,

of sympathy for the

and entrusted her care

she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a

she pass the phone to

learn that Laura was

Mark that they would

heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

hung up the phone, feeling a surge

that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia

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

placed his phone on the

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

asked softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

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

that way for a long time until his shirt became

cigarette and returned

Cecilia was

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

phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they

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

and instead, nestled closer to him,

time until his shirt

stroked her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

connecting. In that

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in

assumed Mark had already left for

descended the stairs, she was surprised

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

saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and

seat and

a morning commercial shoot

warm milk and offered,

a sip of milk and

“You don’t have to

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