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?”

energetic and was itching to

nudged his arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

his garments without hesitation, appearing just like his

admired his audacious

her way and teased, “Feeling tempted? Didn’t

and feigned focus

later, she blurted out, slightly annoyed, “What do you say

the bathroom, and his response drifted from

out. She’s

adores you and Edwin. Maybe she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed

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

stared at him. She wanted to keep Zoey

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

a soft and caring

the way

“I won’t 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, kissing her

swept them off their

wasn’t until midnight that

and it

for a few seconds before finally hitting the mute

flickered

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Laura dearly. She mused that if Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her

could not bring herself to embrace Laura as her

say, but Mark silenced her with

her from

his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to a

had dozed off, so he silently got up, leaving his phone

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

cheek rested against the white

her eyes open, wide awake, unable to return to

couldn’t resist the urge to rise

pajamas until she

gentle glow on him, resembling a

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

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such

he had a knack for effortlessly resolving

cast her gaze downward and drifted

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had a bright future but deep regret if her path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would weigh heavily on

now, Mark became aware of Cecilia’s

onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and

smile held more sorrow

was

said, “Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she feared having second

phone, which remained on silent, its

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

lump formed in Mark’s

the answer button and Laura’s voice came

girl sounded a bit

held it delicately between his fingers. He asked

replied quietly, “I’m

of sympathy for

and entrusted her care to a

herself in an unfamiliar environment,

comforting words to Laura, Mark requested that she pass the phone to

Laura was having trouble falling

they would take good care of

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

the phone, feeling a surge of mixed

he knew that Cecilia

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

enough, Cecilia was

long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against

his phone on the

on the lips, noting that

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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and instead, nestled closer to him,

time until his shirt became damp and

his cigarette and returned to

enough, Cecilia was still

waterfall, making her look striking as

his phone on the

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on

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

and instead, nestled closer to

way for a long time until his shirt

hair and then

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

following morning, Cecilia awoke to find

assumed Mark had already left for

descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still at

dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle

breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he

seat and

commercial shoot today,” she

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

took a sip of milk and regarded

“You don’t

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