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?”

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

gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s not

love for her

was their son, born out of love between Cecilia

smile as the chilly night caused the window to fog up

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

her

affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family

Cathy, and you

being in a

enveloped her in

attempted to wriggle free, but in

buried her face on his

filled with regret. In a

You’ve been

seemed lost in

appeared slightly puffy as

aside

both take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he

he was uncertain if this was

days

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

Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

off his duties,

found it hard to

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

the deepest

bound to achieve success in the business

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

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

contain her astonishment, she questioned, “Mark, have you lost 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 a

with indifference, “She’s my

exited, choosing not to

she hurried after him,

what went through your mind when Laura was

found herself at

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

more. He headed straight for the

wheel and quickly made his way

nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere

Mark questioned urgently.

“This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the airport by

hunch

downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in

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

through, “We’re about to board the private

his eyes, fatigue washed over

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

from the other side

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

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

cracked as

whispered an apology

tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

she ended the

lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs…

already

ticket and

silently, observing the airplanes as they took

had brought Cecilia and Edwin

was keeping Edwin amused

at the piano, her posture

one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

placed Edwin on the

your job. Who will look 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

to find out,

to Waylen, so she

expecting

feeling unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup

and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena some

and wrapped his arms around

for a

turning her head, she

confirmed with

Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

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

and inquired, “Are you

you intend to rival him in moral

Didn’t I mention before that I owe a debt of gratitude to you for your

soup into

“Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort

Waylen had profound eyes.

stared at Rena and saw a serene and collected expression. Time might age her, but it only added a refined and

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

the

came to a halt. A lean figure emerged

the man

eyes filled with

out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a

ached to see

but wish that child

a hand

turned around, Waylen

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