A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

You reek of her presence.”

Mark was left in a state of shock.

He held on yet whispered close to her ear, “There’s nothing between her and me. I feel sorry for Laura. That’s all.”

“Is that why you weren’t there for your son during his operation?”

Cecilia shoved him off.

Mark reached for her again, but she lifted her hand sternly, saying,

“Mark! Stop this right now.”

She cast a cold gaze in his direction.

Mark gradually stood upright, his desire to speak held back by an inability to find the right words.

Their first intense fight unfolded.

Mark had his hands full elsewhere, yet concerns for Cecilia’s exhaustion lingered, so he asked a nurse to watch Edwin. Once things were in order, he said softly, “Rest on the couch. I’ll return as soon as I can.”

Cecilia felt nothing.

Mark’s throat worked as he tried to speak, then he finally departed.

Inside the car.

Peter’s tense nerves finally eased, and he spoke candidly.

“I know I am in no position to comment. But may I know why you still took care of that child? I had already advised against it. I believe Cecilia is quite displeased with this situation.”

Sitting in the back, Mark’s hands were tight balls of tension.

He didn’t intend to be concerned about Laura, but she was a lively little girl.

He was unsure about how Cathy would treat Laura if he didn’t give Laura his attention.

Right at that instant, Cathy called him once more.

Mark felt irked.

He passed the phone to Peter without a second thought, and Peter quickly grasped the situation. Soon after, Peter took the call, explaining, “It so happens that Mr. Evans’ son is ill. He’s tied up and can’t attend to other things right now. Miss Wilson, have you considered asking Paul’s family for assistance? They are more than willing to help you with childcare.”

Cathy’s response was icy.

“He put you up to this, right?”

Peter offered an awkward grin.

The line went dead as Cathy disconnected.

Peter gestured with the phone toward Mark, grumbling, “Cathy’s got quite the nerve, doesn’t she?”

Mark adjusted his shirt and pondered briefly before instructing,

“Ship off the DNA report to the Thomas family and secure a trustworthy lawyer to assist them with the case and to retrieve the custody of Laura.”

Peter’s face lit up with a grin.

“That’s the way to go.”

Mark’s day was packed.

Sleep had been scarce for him over the past two nights, yet despite feeling exhausted, he made his way to the hospital without delay.

While on the way to the hospital, Cathy’s calls kept interrupting him.

He picked up and suggested she speak with the doctor instead.

After the call, Mark’s spirits were low. He knew he hadn’t handled the situation with Paul’s daughter well, likely causing Cecilia pain, and he felt awful for that.

Cecilia was correct. Why should she try to comprehend him? Why should she linger and wait for him to sort things out?

The thought of Edwin’s condition weighed heavily on Mark, stirring up feelings of remorse.

He had the driver pull over so he could purchase a toy for Edwin.

Soon, Mark reached the hospital.

Edwin had awakened.

The doctor mentioned that Edwin was allowed to eat, and now he sat beside Zoey, savoring the porridge Zoey had prepared. The porridge was tasty and made his appetite soar.

Cecilia was engrossed in her work, sitting on the couch with a laptop.

Once collecting himself, Mark entered with a faint smile and said,

“Edwin. How are you feeling?”

Seeing Mark brought a smile to Edwin’s face.

Children had a remarkable capacity for forgiveness.

Mark placed the new toy on Edwin’s bedside table, which Edwin adored instantly. Stroking Edwin’s hair, Mark asked softly, “Is the pain still bothering you?”

“Just a bit.” Edwin’s voice was soft.

Guilt washed over Mark as he looked at his son.

Mark stayed by Edwin’s side for a time before turning his attention to Cecilia.

Cecilia seemed to pay him no mind, absorbed in her work, which left Mark perplexed. However, with the constant bustle, he understood it wasn’t the moment for personal conversations, so he refrained from bothering her.

It wasn’t until the clock struck ten at night that the ward quieted down.

By then, Edwin had drifted off to sleep.

Cecilia chose not to leave. She showered and remained beside the bed.

In hushed tones, Mark queried, “You really don’t want to talk to me?”

Cecilia paused, momentarily taken aback.

Releasing Edwin’s hand, Cecilia approached the ward window and whispered, “Edwin will recover in three days, and then I’LL bring him back to Duefron.”

Mark’s heart felt a subtle squeeze.

He approached her slowly and gently grasped her slender shoulder from behind.

“What are you implying?”

to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay

gravelly tone, Mark protested,

her

born out of love between Cecilia and

night caused the window

the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these. I’ll wait for

spun her

her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family

Cathy, and you are not the

not being

her in

wriggle free, but

face on his

regret. In a hoarse whisper, he assured

been the only

seemed lost in

as she gently shook

him aside and hung

both take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

he could only sense that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts

uncertain if this was a positive

next three days

refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over the phone, always

was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just

handing off his duties, Mark lingered

it hard to say

down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed

the deepest

you’re bound to achieve success in the business

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few times in silence, then

“Let’s move on.”

ready

moment, Cathy arrived and

her astonishment, she questioned, “Mark, have you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career!

with indifference, “She’s

to

a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring,

halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura

at a loss

lips quivered as she confessed, “I only loved one

anything more. He headed straight for

the wheel and quickly

he found the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

him, “This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at

had a hunch that it might be

Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

call, and after a brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me to give you a ride? Are

voice came through, “We’re about to board the private

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue washed

If something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk

soft exhale could be heard from the other side

over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see it, being so close to it

fear of death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her

voice cracked as

an apology

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

with that, she ended

lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued

had already

purchased a ticket and settled into

there silently, observing the airplanes as

Cecilia and Edwin to

was keeping Edwin amused

her posture impeccable,

one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

sensed that she might be

the ground

and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still unaware of

were to find out, who knows

had always been obedient to Waylen,

was expecting

unwell, Rena prepared

become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer

his arms

stopped for

her head, she

confirmed with a simple

in the loop about Mark’s and Cecilia’s conflicts, informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia,

nipped Rena’s

of frustration, he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any younger. Why’s he still making things tough

on her lower lip and inquired, “Are

to rival him in moral

dare. Didn’t I mention before that I owe a debt of gratitude

the soup into a

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in the upcoming

Waylen had profound eyes.

and collected expression. Time might age her, but it only added a refined and graceful allure

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

first, Rena wished to accompany Cecilia to comfort

and headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window for a

sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a

the

eyes filled with

Mark standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few deep puffs as if he were refreshing

heart ached to see him like

but wish that child had never come into their

a hand on

turned around,