A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1661-1670

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?”

to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

her and Edwin

out of love between

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

after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all

spun her to

into her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody of

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

Cecilia was better off not being in a relationship filled with

enveloped her

attempted to wriggle free, but

buried her face on his shoulder,

with regret. In a hoarse whisper, he assured

You’ve been the only one in my

lost

slightly puffy as she

him aside and hung her head

a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

she had matured, becoming a

if this was

days unfolded

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

Laura’s father was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

all his responsibilities. He decided to become just an ordinary

handing off his duties, Mark

found it hard to say

down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed

who had the deepest

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

ready

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You

responded with indifference, “She’s

that, he exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation with

before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has

He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind

herself at

confessed, “I only

want to say anything more. He headed

and quickly made his way to

tidying up, but Edwin

Mark questioned urgently.

nurse informed him, “This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with

hunch that it might be

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

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

voice came through, “We’re about to

massaged his eyes, fatigue washed

let’s discuss it. Let’s

from the other side

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

of death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that

cracked as she

whispered an

her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

with that, she ended

phone down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his drive to the

had already flown

ticket and settled into the departure

observing the airplanes

Cecilia and Edwin

keeping

was at the piano, her

arm while skillfully balancing

sensed that she might be inconveniencing

on the ground and

and nag

were to find out, who knows what could

obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints

expecting

prepared

might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer

approached quietly and wrapped his arms

for

she asked softly, “You’re

confirmed with

by Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt

nipped Rena’s soft

not getting any younger. Why’s

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

to rival him in

mention before that I owe a

poured the soup

whispered gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

stared at Rena and saw a serene and collected expression. Time might age her, but it only added

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany Cecilia

with

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window for

into the villa and came to a halt. A lean figure emerged from

watched the man in

eyes filled with

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

heart ached to see him

help but wish that child had never come into

felt a hand on her

she turned around, Waylen

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