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.

blushed a bit, realizing her youthful days were now

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive into some intimate

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big newsflash for

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze

hesitation,

genuinely admired

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

feigned focus

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey

had already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

out. She’s content with her life in

Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over if you invite her with enough

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

stared at him. She wanted to keep

hair tenderly and whispered, “What’s going through your head? How could I leave her alone? She’ll stay there alone for now. We will

with a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark

if

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Mark drew her close.

he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted from

intense lovemaking swept them

that

and it was a call

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered

he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura as

to say, but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

Cecilia in his

to

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

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

against the white

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

urge to rise from

her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark in

on him, resembling a

soft light, he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his

to see Mark in such

challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

her gaze downward and drifted into

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a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole

now, Mark became aware of

hers with feelings too deep to decipher,

smile held more sorrow

phone was in her

“Here’s your

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if

phone, which remained on silent, its

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

lump formed

then pressed the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers.

replied quietly,

a surge of

Laura and entrusted

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked

Paul’s parents learn that Laura was having

Mark that they would take good care

night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood and now

the phone, feeling a surge

he knew that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was still

a waterfall,

phone on

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips,

morning? If you don’t get some

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

that way for a long time until his shirt became

his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

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

phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on

work tomorrow morning? If you

instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on

time until his

stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

to

Mark had already

stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still

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

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

and brushed her

a morning commercial

a glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll

a sip of milk and

don’t have to do

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