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?”

optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life,

Mark protested,

love for her and Edwin was

born out of love

the chilly night caused the window

long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these. I’ll

her

help the Thomas family reclaim the custody of

Is that 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

not being in a relationship filled with

her in

to wriggle

on

regret. In a hoarse whisper,

me, Cecilia. My heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in

seemed lost in

slightly puffy as she gently

aside and hung her head

take a

Mark watched her intently.

sense that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he was lost in a

he was uncertain if this was

next three days unfolded

calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura

was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

his responsibilities. He

his duties, Mark lingered in

found it hard to

alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to embark on a

the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

bound to achieve

it, inhaled a few times in silence, then crushed it

“Let’s move on.”

ready

moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

“Mark, have you lost your 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 the sake of a little

responded with indifference, “She’s my

to engage in further conversation

she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought

“Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was born? Did you ever love

herself at

as she confessed, “I only loved

want to say anything more. He headed straight for the

quickly made his way to

the nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the

hunch

and dialed Cecilia’s number once

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

through,

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue

it. Let’s talk it through. Please,

be heard from the other side of

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

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

an apology

in her tone,

that, she ended the

into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the

already

a ticket and settled into the

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took off and

Cecilia and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused with

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully

might be inconveniencing Waylen

placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still unaware of what

find out,

always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her

was expecting a

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup for

and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to

approached quietly and wrapped his

stopped for

she

with a simple

was in the loop about Mark’s and Cecilia’s conflicts, informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the middle, but thankfully, Waylen’s

nipped Rena’s soft

“Mark’s not getting any younger. Why’s he

lip and inquired, “Are

you intend to rival

a light laugh, Waylen responded, “I wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before that I owe a debt

soup into a

Give Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to

bed with Edwin. Later that night,

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for a

car gracefully drove into the villa and came

watched the

filled with

going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and

heart ached to see him

but wish that child had never come

felt a hand on her

she turned around, Waylen