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?”

and was itching to

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a big

Mark released her hand.

undoing his belt,

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her

his garments without hesitation, appearing

admired his audacious

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

feigned focus

annoyed, “What do you say inviting Zoey over to live

had already walked toward the bathroom, and

not fond of going out. She’s content with her life

agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed Cecilia

settled across from her, inquiring, “What’s on

stared at him. She

for now. We will take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time, you’re not allowed

spoke with a soft and caring

the way

if you treat me

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Mark drew her close.

might not last, he couldn’t

lovemaking swept them off their

that Mark stirred from his

phone buzzed, and it was a call from

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds

flickered

Cecilia, nuzzling his face against her graceful

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

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

She could not bring herself to

to say, but Mark silenced her with a

prevented her

in his arms and

to

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

stepped

rested against the

her eyes open,

the urge to rise

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

on him, resembling a comforting

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

to see Mark in

he had a knack

cast her gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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her path ahead turned gloomy. Not

became

locked onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher, and Cecilia

more sorrow than

was

said, “Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed

phone, which remained on silent, its

towards the study’s

formed in

answer button and Laura’s

sounded a

held it delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late.

quietly,

a surge of sympathy

birth to Laura and entrusted her

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

the phone to Paul’s parents where he talked with them for

Laura was

assured Mark that they would take good care of

of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived

the phone, feeling a surge of mixed

he knew that Cecilia

cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia was

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

phone on

leaned in to kiss her tenderly on

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

time

and returned

enough, Cecilia

like a waterfall,

placed his phone

kiss her tenderly on the

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

nestled closer to

way for a long time until his shirt

gently stroked her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

assumed Mark had already

the stairs, she was surprised to find

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

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

took a seat and brushed her

morning commercial shoot

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

a sip of milk and

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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