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?”

smiled faintly and remarked, “Mark, perhaps I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life, taking a

gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

for her and Edwin

their son, born out of love between

night caused the window to fog

a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave

spun her to

into her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help

a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous acts you’ve undertaken truly

not being in a relationship filled with

enveloped her in

attempted to wriggle free,

buried her face on his shoulder, weeping

filled with regret. In

Cecilia. My heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in my heart all these

seemed lost

appeared slightly puffy as she gently shook her

nudged him aside and hung her head

a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

sense that she had matured, becoming

was uncertain if this was a

three days

he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally

father was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just

off his duties,

found it hard to say

to step down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he

had the deepest understanding of

you’re bound to

cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few times

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of it for

indifference, “She’s my

not to engage in further

shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought

through your

found herself at a

as she confessed, “I only loved one man in my

want to say anything more. He

wheel and quickly made

he found the nurse tidying up, but

Mark questioned urgently.

wife

had a hunch that it might

dialed Cecilia’s number once in

the call, and after a brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for

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

massaged his eyes,

bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please,

heard from the other side of the

pause, Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see it, being so close

I developed a 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 child and even request that I be mature

cracked as

whispered an apology in

tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

that, she ended the

his phone down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow,

already flown

a ticket and settled into the departure

there silently, observing the airplanes as they took off and

had brought Cecilia and

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused with

the piano, her posture impeccable, the

effortlessly cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

that she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are

they were to find out, who

Waylen, so she kept

expecting a

prepared a

and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena some

wrapped his arms around Rena from

for a

she asked softly, “You’re

with a simple

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

nipped Rena’s soft

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

lower lip and inquired, “Are you implying he’s too

you intend to rival him in moral

dare. Didn’t I mention before

the soup

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

the

drove into the villa and came

watched the

eyes filled with

noticed 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

to see him like

couldn’t help but wish that child

she felt a hand on her

around, Waylen was