A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

This room was essentially soundproof. Mark closed the door behind them before he placed Cecilia on the soft bed.

It was then that Cecilia finally exploded.

“Mark! What do you want? Do you still want to sleep with me?”

Mark quietly stared at her with an unfathomable gaze as he watched Cecilia’s chest heave with rage.

After a while, he decided to turn up the temperature inside the room.

While waiting for the room to warm up, the two of them shared a suffocating silence.

After all these years, this might be the first real argument between the two of them.

In the past, whatever quarrel they had was resolved by Mark’s unilateral suppression of the issue.

This time was different. Standing in front of the heater, Mark contemplated how he should phrase his next words. After a long time, he finally turned around and said to her, “I did let Cathy stay in Czanch. But, Cecilia, I’ll quit. I have already prepared my resignation.”

Cecilia knew that if they weren’t able to talk this through tonight, he would never let her go.

She pulled the quilt closer to her and crumpled its corners.

“So, will you stop seeing her and keep your distance from her in the future? Can you leave that child alone? If you say yes to these questions, then I will forgive you here and now. Then, our wedding will be held as scheduled.”

Mark gnashed his teeth and looked away.

He still had lingering feelings of guilt toward what had happened to Paul. On top of that, Paul’s child was completely innocent.

He took a deep breath and finally faced Cecilia.

“I won’t meet them unless it’s necessary.”

As soon as he said that, the disappointment became quickly evident on Cecilia’s face.

Mark had always been handsome even though he was tired. Many women yearned for him, but they were all unsuccessful.

Before, he said that he only wanted her and her alone, and back then, she believed him.

ALL she wanted from him was a relationship where both of them were equals.

However, after years of suffering and anticipation, she couldn’t even get a promise out of him.

Tears began to well up in her eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Cecilia looked Mark straight in the eye and emphasized each word, saying, “Mark, that’s Cathy! She was the mother of that little girl you once held in your arms and your past lover, someone whom you’ve had sex with! Well, what did you do? You should take care of her child! Are you kidding me? What? You want me to bear with it? Can’t I just marry someone else? Why do I have to keep humiliating myself Like this?”

Not to mention that Cathy almost killed her at that time.

Yet, over the years, her love for Mark had never wavered, not even once.

But at this moment, after repeated disappointments, she was starting to lose affection.

She began to harbor the idea of leaving him.

Right now, she was doubting whether his love for her was actually as deep as she had initially thought. Because if that were the case, then how come he would treat her like this? He was such a ruthless man! He knew how much she cared about their relationship.

Seeing the pained look on her face, Mark stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, wanting to give a comforting pat.

But then, Cecilia slapped his hand away, shouting, “Don’t touch me!”

Her voice sounded harsh and venomous.

Mark swallowed hard. He tried leaning forward to kiss her lips, but Cecilia turned her face away.

With a tone as cold as ice, she told him, “Mark, is that how you see me? A dispensable woman? A sex partner? You indulge me whenever you’re in a good mood, but you push me away whenever you don’t need me.”

As Mark heard these words come out of Cecilia’s mouth, his countenance darkened.

Gazing at Cecilia’s troubled expression, Mark battled with his rising frustration.

“Do you view me that way? Am I just someone who wants intimacy from you in your eyes?”

“Didn’t you assume that?” Cecilia shouted in her heart.

She felt a wave of discomfort, her throat ached. She looked away in a sulk.

“I’m heading back to my room.”

Cecilia shifted a bit, and Mark’s hand instantly rested on her shoulder.

Mark’s gaze grew intense. He muttered in a hoarse tone, “Rest here.

I’m going to check on Edwin.”

Cecilia felt extremely downhearted.

Edwin arrived with a big smile, but his joy turned to disappointment when he spotted Mark holding another child. Edwin was taken aback and didn’t dare to inquire while she struggled to find the right words to clarify the situation.

Mark was away for around thirty minutes before he returned.

Cecilia was lost in thought, perched on the edge of the bed.

Mark observed her quietly for some time, then positioned himself near the heater without uttering a word.

The room was filled with an eerie silence.

This bedroom held their most cherished sweet memories.

When Cecilia’s eyes were getting teary, Mark’s phone chimed. He gazed at the phone and eventually picked it up. His tone was very gentle and loving.

“Laura?”

It was that lovely girl whose parents were Cathy and Paul. Mark and Laura had a brief conversation over the phone.

Then, Cathy grabbed the phone and whispered, “Laura’s running a fever.

Mark, could you help find a reputable doctor for her?”

Mark’s brow creased. Why would Laura suddenly become feverish?

Cathy spoke gently.

“Could you come over for a bit? Laura likes you deeply and wishes for your company.”

Without hesitation, Mark responded, “I’ll arrange for a doctor to see her.”

Mark then made a call to a doctor.

All this time, Cecilia observed with a detached gaze.

Once Mark finished the call, she questioned him calmly, “Mark, do you plan to look after them forever? It’s not your duty, and that child is not yours.”

Approaching her, Mark’s hand brushed Cecilia’s hair tenderly.

“However, that child belongs to

my self-centered desires

Cecilia’s eyes grew wide.

personal feelings interfere

implored Cecilia

your conscience? Paul, the child, or Cathy? Are you merely using that child as an excuse to let Cathy stay in Czanch, and what’s your plan? Will you use the visits to the child to establish

left

have never considered such a

“Fine. I believe you.”

from getting involved in Cathy’s affairs from now on? Mark, I’m not

impatient, and I don’t want to wait. If

words pained Cecilia deeply as she spoke

the one Cecilia had given her heart to for so many

simple, yet if he couldn’t meet this

hands formed

expression turned stormy, yet he kept his anger in

give me some time

when

brow creased in annoyance, but he

came through, explaining that Laura was struck with severe pneumonia, her temperature soaring to 40 degrees,

shirt and spoke in

“I’ll be right there.”

Mark said softly to Cecilia, “I’ll

with a serene

belongs to Cathy. Doesn’t that child have her grandparents? Mark,

heart wasn’t vast

generous would only bring her

quiet moment, Mark admitted, “I

Cecilia to rest, promising to

from

the sound of the

Cecilia’s face. She

She wouldn’t permit herself to

Restlessness kept her awake.

and dressed in

crept into the night, carrying with it

paused by the window, peering at the glow of street lamps piercing

spot for quite a

mind was blank. Later, she made her

flower-shaped frame adorned

displayed Edwin,

his hand on Mark’s shoulder, both

burning sensation in her

frame face down, unable to look

packed up her belongings, resolving to return to Duefron with Edwin by dawn. Midday obligations awaited her at work with appointments she had pleaded to delay until then, and

hospital during the late

Laura was undergoing surgery.

lingered outside the operating room. Upon seeing Mark, she uttered with uncertainty, “Will

no

medical supervisor approached Mark to brief him on

explained that the child had developed severe pneumonia due to a cold and advised the parents to be more attentive to the child’s well-being

after he had completed his conversation

could leave Laura in the care of Paul’s parents. That way, you can embark

gaze held Mark

Lifting her injured hand, she asked, “Mark,

with a broken

recognized the inevitability of this

Cathy’s constant presence was wearing on

he lit a cigarette,

It’s not about your broken hand. It’s about me

held

Mark were a great fit, but he

Laura, and

waited silently, resembling worried parents. The doctor mistook Cathy for Mark’s wife and addressed her as Mrs. Evans when he emerged

of danger. You must watch over her carefully in the future. We

offered his gratitude to

the VIP ward. Mark was about

others believe we make

was

smirked, saying, “Cathy, you haven’t erased the memory of your fractured palm, have

hadn’t let

Mark intentionally harmed Cathy’s hand, causing her to

had Laura. With this child, Mark

way

two years older than Edwin, bearing

stirred awake at the crack of

a

her hair. In a soft and comforting tone, he assured her, “You’re safe. Laura, you’ll

dutifully shut her eyes. Her countenance

doctor, his phone rang.

was Zoey calling

he got

again, he discovered that she had drifted off to sleep, and all her vital signs were within

rose to his

was lingering at the doorway,

“The Thomas family is wealthy. It might be beneficial for Laura to live with

lips curled into a slight smile. She knew he wanted her to head

sole concern was for Laura. He and Cathy were not acquaintances. Without uttering a word, he

and Edwin were nowhere

has developed

was left in

number. Once she answered, he inquired with a raspy voice,

burst into tears and engage in a

in a composed manner, shared the location and then abruptly ended the

utter

frustration engulfing him. At that moment, he was at

the fact that she was left alone

his

hospital ahead of him. Drenched in sweat,

“At last, you’re here.”

ghostly as he paced toward the

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lingered in

her head, making it difficult to discern her

to one side, leaning on