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?”

Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life, taking

a gravelly tone, Mark protested,

love for her

was their son, born out of love

chilly night caused the

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

spun her

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

The child belongs to Cathy,

was better off not being

her

to wriggle free, but

buried her face on his shoulder,

regret. In a

Cathy. You’ve been the only one in my

seemed lost in

eyes appeared slightly puffy as she gently shook

softly nudged him aside and

both take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while

uncertain if this was a

days

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

father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

handing off his duties, Mark

found it hard

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

had the deepest

abilities, you’re bound to achieve success in

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few times in silence, then crushed it

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

moment, Cathy arrived

is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to

responded with indifference, “She’s my

choosing not to engage in further conversation with

after him, murmuring, “Laura has been

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

found herself at a

quivered as she confessed, “I only loved

to say anything more. He headed

wheel and quickly made his way to the

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

Mark questioned urgently.

afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with

had a hunch that it might

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s

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

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

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue

sensible. If something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it

soft exhale could be heard from the

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

death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and even request that I be mature and

voice cracked

whispered an

her tone,

she ended the

into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate

already flown

and settled into the departure

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as

had brought Cecilia and

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused with

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

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

might be inconveniencing Waylen

on the

Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and

to find out, who knows

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she

expecting a

Rena prepared a pot of soup for

Waylen

quietly and wrapped his arms

stopped for

she asked

with

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

playfully nipped

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

and inquired, “Are you implying he’s too

to rival

mention before that I owe a debt of gratitude

soup into

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in the

Waylen had profound eyes.

at Rena and saw a serene and collected expression. Time might

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to accompany

to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window

and came to a halt.

watched the

filled with

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

heart ached to

that child

a hand on her

turned around, Waylen was

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