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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

energetic and was itching to

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got a

Mark released her hand.

seat, leisurely undoing his belt, almost as if preparing

“What’s the matter?”

her

garments without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired his audacious

a glance her way and teased, “Feeling tempted?

feigned focus on

annoyed, “What do

had already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted from

fond of going out. She’s content with her life in

she will agree to come over

Cecilia kept quiet.

exiting the bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia

“What’s on your mind? Did I upset

stared at him. She wanted to keep

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. By

with a soft

the way Mark

“I won’t if you

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Mark drew her close.

with passion. Despite knowing he might not last, he couldn’t hold back his desire, kissing her until her body nearly melted from his

intense lovemaking swept them

until midnight that Mark stirred from his

phone buzzed, and it was a call

he gazed at the screen quietly for a few seconds before

flickered on and

Cecilia, nuzzling his face

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

Laura hadn’t been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms,

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring herself to embrace Laura

to say, but Mark silenced her with a gentle finger on

her from

in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to

she had dozed off, so he silently got

the bedside table. As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept into the bedroom,

against the white

her eyes open, wide

couldn’t resist the urge

her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the

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

to see Mark in

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 sole heir

now, Mark became aware of

deep to

smile held more sorrow than

phone was in her

said, “Here’s your

she swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly

his phone, which remained on silent,

towards the study’s door, through which Cecilia had

formed in Mark’s

pressed the answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late.

quietly,

of

given birth to Laura and entrusted her care to

an unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

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

Laura was having trouble

assured Mark that they would take good care

had been deprived of a

feeling a surge of mixed

that Cecilia felt even

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia

shoulders like a waterfall, making

placed his phone on the

on the lips,

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

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instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

for a long time

extinguished his cigarette and

enough, Cecilia

waterfall, making her look

placed his phone on

kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt

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

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

way for a long time until his shirt

gently stroked her hair and

Cecilia trembled slightly.

souls connecting. In that

awoke to find herself

had already left

was surprised to find

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

Edwin. When he saw Cecilia coming down, he flashed a warm smile and said, “Let’s take

a seat and

morning commercial shoot today,”

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

sip of milk

whispered, “You don’t

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