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?”

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

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

love for her and

born out of love between Cecilia and

maintained a faint smile as the chilly night caused the window to fog up with water

fingers traced patterns on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave

spun her to face

help the Thomas family reclaim the

and asked, “Reclaim custody of Laura? 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 you’ve undertaken truly worry

better off not being in a relationship

her

to wriggle free,

face on his

filled with regret. In a hoarse whisper, he assured

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

seemed lost in

appeared slightly puffy as she gently shook

aside and hung her head

both take a

Mark watched her intently.

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

he was uncertain if this was a

days

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

was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

particular day, Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just

handing off his duties, Mark lingered in his

hard to say

from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired

had the deepest understanding of Mark,

to achieve success in

cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

Cathy arrived

“Mark, have you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your

with indifference, “She’s my

choosing not to engage in further

rooted in shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing

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

found herself at a loss

“I only loved one man

didn’t want to say anything more. He headed straight for

took the wheel and quickly

ward, he found the nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the airport

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that it might be

Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once

didn’t you wait for me to give you

through, “We’re about to board the private

his eyes, fatigue washed

you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it

could be heard from the other

voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t

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

cracked as

an apology

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

she ended

down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette

had already

a ticket and settled into the

airplanes as they took

and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping Edwin

at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome of

one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

sensed that she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

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

to find out, who knows

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

expecting

Rena prepared a

speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to

his arms around Rena from

stopped for a

head, she asked

confirmed with

informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds with

nipped Rena’s soft

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

nibbled on her lower lip and inquired,

to rival him in

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

the soup into a

Give Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

and collected expression. Time might age

He was deeply touched.

tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia

okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window

into the villa and came

the man in

filled with

Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few deep

ached to see him like

but wish that child had never come

she felt a hand on her

she turned around, Waylen was