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.

realizing her youthful days were now behind

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

Mark became energetic and was itching to dive into

arm and exclaimed, “I’ve got

Mark released her hand.

his seat, leisurely undoing his

“What’s the matter?”

her

without hesitation, appearing just like

genuinely admired

“Feeling tempted?

feigned focus

do you

bathroom, and his response drifted

going out. She’s content with her life

will agree to come over if you invite her

Cecilia kept quiet.

Mark noticed

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

presence, Cecilia stared at him. She

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, you’re not

with a soft and caring

appreciated the way Mark

if you

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Mark drew her close.

not last, he couldn’t hold back

swept them off

that Mark stirred from his

buzzed, and it was a

quietly for a few

flickered

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

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open.

She sensed Mark’s melancholy.

been Cathy’s daughter, they might have welcomed Laura with open arms, raising her up as Rena did

could not bring herself to embrace Laura

silenced her with a

prevented her from

in his arms and whispered,

came to

on, Mark believed she had dozed off, so he silently got

stepped outside, a cool breeze swept

cheek rested against the white

drew near, blinked her eyes open, wide awake,

the urge to rise

the darkness wearing her thin pajamas until

cast a gentle glow on him, resembling a comforting

silence. His handsome face wore a slight frown as if his thoughts were clouded

to see

matter how challenging the task, he had a knack for effortlessly

gaze downward and drifted into quiet

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path ahead turned gloomy. Not tending to the sole heir of Paul would weigh heavily on

now, Mark became

deep to decipher, and Cecilia replied with a

more sorrow than

was

said, “Here’s your

him the phone and hurriedly departed as if she

his phone, which remained

answering, he glanced towards the study’s door, through which

formed

answer button and Laura’s

girl sounded

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

quietly,

felt a surge of sympathy

and entrusted her care to a

found herself in an unfamiliar environment, a harsh

she pass the phone to Paul’s

learn that Laura was having trouble falling asleep at

assured Mark that they would

She had been deprived of a family’s warmth since childhood

phone, feeling a surge of mixed

that Cecilia felt

extinguished his cigarette and

Cecilia was

over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

phone

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

tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how

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nestled closer to him, resting her

long time until his

extinguished his cigarette and returned to the

Cecilia

cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her

placed his phone

in to kiss her tenderly 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

to him, resting her head

stayed that way for a long time

stroked her hair and then kissed

Cecilia trembled slightly.

it was their souls connecting. In

Cecilia awoke to find

Mark had already

she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark

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

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

a seat and

a morning commercial

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

took a sip of milk and

whispered, “You don’t have to do

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