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, taking

gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s not

love for her and Edwin was

was their son, born out of love between Cecilia

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

fingers traced patterns on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these. I’ll

spun her to

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas

Cathy,

Cecilia was better off not being in a

enveloped her in

wriggle

her face on his shoulder, weeping

In a hoarse whisper, he assured

heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been

lost

eyes appeared slightly puffy as

nudged him aside and hung her head low,

both take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this was

days

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

Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to

duties, Mark lingered in his

found it hard to

decided to step down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed

had the deepest

to achieve success in the business

He lit it, inhaled a few times in silence, then crushed it

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

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

indifference,

exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation

moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura

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

herself at

confessed, “I only loved one man in my

more. He

and quickly made

the nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

him, “This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that it

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s

“Why didn’t you wait

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

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue

you, let’s discuss it. Let’s

from the other side of the

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

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

voice cracked as

an apology

in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

with that, she ended the

and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his drive to the

had already flown

a ticket and settled into the

the airplanes as they

and Edwin

was keeping Edwin

piano, her posture

one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

might be

on the ground and regarded

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 between you and

to find out, who knows

always been obedient to Waylen, so she

was expecting

prepared

irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer

quietly and wrapped his arms around

stopped for a

turning her head, she asked softly,

with

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

playfully nipped

not getting any

lip and inquired,

you intend to rival him in moral

before that I owe a

soup into

Cecilia plenty of comfort

Waylen had profound eyes.

Time might age her, but

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the

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

the

eyes filled

pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few

ached to see

that child

she felt a hand

around, Waylen

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