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?”

perhaps I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in

gravelly tone, Mark protested,

her and

was their son, born out of love between Cecilia

maintained a faint smile as the chilly night

long silence, she offered, “Maybe

her

affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim

The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous acts you’ve undertaken

Cecilia was better off not being in a relationship filled with

her in

attempted to wriggle free,

her face on his

with regret. In a hoarse

me, Cecilia. My heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in

seemed lost in

appeared slightly puffy as

him aside and hung her head

take a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this

days

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

was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just an ordinary

his duties, Mark lingered

hard to

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

deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

you’re bound to achieve success

out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and

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

indifference, “She’s my

exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation with

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

halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was born? Did you ever love

herself at

quivered as she confessed, “I only loved

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

took the wheel and quickly

nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere

Mark questioned urgently.

nurse informed him, “This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the

hunch

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

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

came through, “We’re

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue

something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s

could be heard from

“Mr. Evans, maybe

few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to

cracked as

an apology

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

that, she

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

already flown

ticket and settled

observing the airplanes as they took off

Cecilia and

Leonel was keeping

was at the piano, her

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

sensed that she might be inconveniencing

gently placed Edwin on the

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 what happened

they were to find out, who knows what could

obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints

expecting a

feeling unwell, Rena prepared

might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen

his arms

stopped for

her head, she asked softly,

with

Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena

nipped Rena’s

getting any younger. Why’s he still making

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

to

I mention before that I owe a debt of gratitude to

poured the soup

Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

expression. Time might age

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to comfort

she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later that

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for a

sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a halt. A

watched the man in

eyes filled

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

ached to see him like

but wish that child had never come into their

felt a hand

around,

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