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?”

remarked, “Mark, perhaps I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life,

tone, Mark protested, “That’s not

for her and Edwin was

their son, born out of love between Cecilia

chilly night caused the window to fog

glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these. I’ll wait for

spun her

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the

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

off not being in a relationship filled with

her in his

wriggle free, but in

on

regret. In

My heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only

seemed lost

slightly puffy as she gently

she softly nudged him aside and hung her head low,

a moment

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this was a

days unfolded without

he refrained from visiting Laura. He only

Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

this particular day, Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided

his duties,

it hard to

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

deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

bound to achieve success in the

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should

indifference, “She’s my

choosing not to engage in further conversation

moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing

to a halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was

at

quivered as she confessed, “I only

say anything more. He headed straight for the

quickly made his way to the

the nurse tidying up, but Edwin

Mark questioned urgently.

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

Mark had a hunch that it might be

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me to give you a

need.” Cecilia’s voice came through, “We’re about to

his eyes, fatigue washed over

something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t act rashly,

from the other side

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

was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and

cracked

an apology

tone, Cecilia

she ended

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

already flown

purchased a ticket and settled into the departure

observing the airplanes as they took

Cecilia and Edwin to

was keeping Edwin amused

was at the piano, her posture

one arm while skillfully balancing the

she might

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

worry about you and nag you every

they were to find out, who knows what could

always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept

expecting

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup for

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

wrapped his arms around

stopped for a

head, she asked softly, “You’re

with a

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

playfully nipped

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

nibbled on her lower lip and inquired,

you intend to rival

I mention before

soup

Give Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany

and headed to bed with Edwin. Later

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window

came to a halt. A lean figure emerged from the

the man

filled

standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette

to see

child had never come into

she felt a hand on her

around, Waylen was

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