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?”

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

tone, Mark protested,

love for her and Edwin

their son, born out of

as the chilly night caused

“Maybe I should leave you

her to face

her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the

custody of Laura? Is that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not

off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in

wriggle

face on his shoulder,

regret. In a hoarse whisper, he assured

heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in my heart all these

lost

as she gently

she softly nudged him aside and hung her

both take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this

three days

Mark continued to receive calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed

father was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

his responsibilities. He decided to

his duties, Mark lingered

hard

grown accustomed to working

deepest understanding of

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success in the business

lit it, inhaled a few times in

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

moment, Cathy arrived and

mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and

responded with indifference, “She’s

he exited, choosing not to

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

what went through

found herself at a loss for

lips quivered as she confessed, “I only loved one man in my

say anything more. He headed

quickly

nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

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

Mark had a hunch that it might be

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

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

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

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue washed

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

could be heard from the

“Mr. Evans, maybe you

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

an apology

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged,

that, she ended the

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

already

purchased a ticket and settled into the departure

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took off and

had brought Cecilia and Edwin to

keeping Edwin amused

the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome of

one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

she might be

placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

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

out, who

Waylen, so

expecting

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup

might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed

approached quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena from

for

turning her head, she asked

confirmed with

the loop about Mark’s and Cecilia’s conflicts, informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia,

nipped

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

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

intend to rival him in

before that I owe a debt of gratitude to

soup into a

Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

collected expression. Time might age her, but it only added a refined and graceful allure to

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to comfort

to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the

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

the man

filled with

house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged

heart ached to see him like

that child had never

a hand on

she turned around, Waylen was

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