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

Mark

for her and

son, born out of love between

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

offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle

spun her

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

that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you

was better off not being in

her in

attempted to wriggle free, but

her face on his

In

with Cathy. You’ve been the only

seemed lost in

eyes appeared slightly puffy as

she softly nudged him aside and hung her

a

Mark watched her intently.

could only sense that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he was

uncertain if this

three days unfolded

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

father was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

all his responsibilities.

his duties, Mark lingered in

it hard to say

position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark,

who had the deepest understanding

abilities, you’re bound to

it, inhaled a few times in silence,

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

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

indifference, “She’s my

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

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

what went through your mind when

herself at a

“I only loved

more. He headed straight for

the wheel and quickly made his way to the

entering Edwin’s ward, he found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere in

Mark questioned urgently.

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

had a hunch that

dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

“Why didn’t you wait for me to give you a

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

eyes, fatigue

be sensible. If something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t

could be heard from

pause, Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see

I developed a fear of death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you

cracked as she

an apology

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

with that, she ended the

cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the

already

a ticket and settled

airplanes as they

had brought Cecilia and Edwin

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused

the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

sensed that she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

our dad to worry about you and nag you

were to find out, who

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her

expecting a

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of

irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen

and wrapped his arms around Rena from

for a

head, she

confirmed with a simple

about Mark’s 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

nipped Rena’s

getting any

lip and inquired, “Are you

to rival him in moral

responded, “I wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before

the soup into

plenty of comfort in the upcoming

Waylen had profound eyes.

serene and collected expression. Time might age her, but

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany

reassured Rena that she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for a

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

watched the man

filled

of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He

ached to see

help but wish that child had never

felt a

turned around, Waylen

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