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

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

became energetic and was itching to dive into

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

Mark released her hand.

his belt, almost as

“What’s the matter?”

lifted her gaze toward

garments without hesitation,

admired his

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

and feigned focus

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

had already walked toward the bathroom, and his response drifted

not fond of going out. She’s

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

Cecilia kept quiet.

bathroom, Mark noticed Cecilia lost

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

his presence, Cecilia 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 take Edwin back to Czanch in a few years. By that time,

with a

appreciated the way Mark

“I won’t if you treat

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Mark drew her close.

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

intense lovemaking swept

that Mark

and it was a call from

screen quietly for a few seconds before finally

light flickered on

so he tenderly embraced Cecilia, nuzzling his

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with

Laura was Cathy’s daughter. She could not bring

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

prevented her

drew Cecilia in his arms and whispered, “Let’s

to

she had dozed

table. As he stepped outside, a

rested against

near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake, unable

couldn’t resist the urge to

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until she eventually located Mark

on him, resembling a comforting embrace amid the dimly lit

he smoked in silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if

rare for Cecilia to see Mark in such a

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack

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

Mark became aware of

onto hers with feelings too deep to decipher,

held more sorrow than

was

“Here’s your

swiftly passed him the phone and hurriedly departed

remained on silent, its screen flashing

he glanced towards the

lump formed in

answer button and Laura’s voice came

girl sounded

delicately between his fingers. He asked softly, “It’s late. Why aren’t

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy for the

Laura and entrusted her care to a

unfamiliar environment, a harsh situation

she pass the

Laura was having

that they would

good night, a sense of sorrow weighed heavily on her. She had been deprived of a family’s warmth

feeling a surge of

knew that Cecilia felt even

extinguished his cigarette and returned to

Cecilia was

over her shoulders like a waterfall,

phone on

in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly

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resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her

long time until his shirt became damp

his cigarette and

Cecilia was

black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall,

his phone

on

morning? If you don’t

closer to him,

that way for a long time until his shirt became damp

gently stroked her hair and then kissed her

Cecilia trembled slightly.

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

Cecilia awoke to find herself alone

Mark had already

she was surprised

brown sweater and dark coffee casual

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

took a seat and brushed her

a morning commercial shoot today,”

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

took a sip of milk and

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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