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?”

clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life, taking a

gravelly tone, Mark protested,

her and Edwin was

son, born out of love between Cecilia

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

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

spun her

he affirmed, “I will help the

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

Cecilia was better off not being in a relationship

her in

to wriggle free, but in

buried her face on his

filled with regret. In a hoarse whisper, he assured

Cathy. You’ve been the only one in

lost

appeared slightly puffy as she gently shook her

she softly nudged him aside and hung her

a moment

Mark watched her intently.

matured, becoming a

he was uncertain if

days

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

father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities. He decided

his duties, Mark lingered in

found it hard to

from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working

the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success in the

He lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

ready

critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

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

responded with indifference, “She’s

to engage in further conversation

moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought to visit

“Cathy, what went through your

herself at a loss for

lips quivered as she confessed, “I

more. He headed straight for the

and quickly made his way to the

ward, he found the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

Folwer assisted your wife

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that

and dialed Cecilia’s

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

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

massaged his eyes, fatigue

let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t

soft exhale could be heard from the other side

emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see

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

cracked as

whispered an

in her tone, Cecilia urged,

with that, she

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

had already

a ticket and

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they

and Edwin to his

keeping Edwin amused

her posture impeccable, the epitome

Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

placed Edwin on the ground

after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still unaware of

they were to find out, who knows what

obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints

was expecting a

Edwin feeling unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup for

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

wrapped his arms around Rena

stopped for

head, she

confirmed with a simple

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

playfully nipped Rena’s

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

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

do you intend to rival him in moral

before that

poured the soup

whispered gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

Time might age her, but it only added a

He was deeply touched.

tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany

was okay and headed to bed with Edwin.

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window

car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a

watched the

eyes filled

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

heart ached to see him

that child had never come

a hand on

she turned around, Waylen was