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.

a bit, realizing her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

and was itching to dive into

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

Mark released her hand.

leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing for a

“What’s the matter?”

her gaze

hesitation, appearing

admired his audacious

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

feigned focus

do you say inviting Zoey over to live with

walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

fond of going out. She’s

agree to come over if you

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark

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

Cecilia stared at him. She

stroked her 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 take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years.

with a soft

the way Mark comforted

murmured, “I won’t if

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Mark drew her close.

he was overflowing with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t

swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that

phone buzzed, and it was

gazed at the screen quietly for a

light flickered

tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

they might

She could not

had something to say, but Mark silenced her

prevented her from

drew Cecilia in his arms

to

Mark believed she had dozed

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

rested against

eyes open, wide awake, unable to

urge to rise

thin pajamas until she

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

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

to see Mark in such a

challenging the task, he

her gaze downward

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

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

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

held more sorrow

was in her

“Here’s

passed him the phone and hurriedly

which remained

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

lump formed in Mark’s

then pressed the answer button and

girl sounded a bit

lit a cigarette and held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly,

replied quietly, “I’m

surge of sympathy

had given birth to Laura and entrusted

found herself in an unfamiliar

Mark requested that she pass the phone to Paul’s

learn that Laura was

would take

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

hung up the phone, feeling a surge

knew that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was still

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

phone on the

her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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

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to him, resting her

way for a long time until

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

like a waterfall, making her look striking

his phone

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on

work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you manage during the

closer to him, resting

long time until his shirt became damp and

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

was their souls connecting. In that

awoke to find herself alone

Mark had already left

she was

sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant

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

and brushed her long hair

morning commercial shoot today,”

glass of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to the set

of

don’t have to do

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