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?”

faintly and remarked, “Mark, perhaps I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay

Mark protested,

for her and

their son, born out of

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

offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle

her to face

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the

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

being in a relationship filled with

enveloped her

attempted to wriggle

her face on his shoulder, weeping

with regret. In

Cecilia. My heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one

seemed lost

puffy as she gently shook

him aside

take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he was lost in a

he was uncertain if

days unfolded without

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,

Cecilia was disgusted.

quit and delegated all his responsibilities.

duties, Mark lingered in

hard

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

who had the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve

cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few

“Let’s move on.”

ready

this critical moment, Cathy arrived

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

responded with indifference, “She’s

not to

shock for a moment before she hurried after him,

He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through

at a

as she confessed, “I only loved one

say anything more. He headed

wheel and quickly made

the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere

Mark questioned urgently.

Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s

a hunch that

Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me to give you a ride? Are you at the airport now?

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

massaged his eyes, fatigue

you, let’s discuss it. Let’s

be heard from the other side

a pause, Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans,

of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her

cracked as

whispered an apology in

tone, Cecilia

with that, she ended the

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

had already flown

ticket and settled into

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took

had brought Cecilia and Edwin

Leonel was keeping

the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome of

with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

might be

on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

have 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

they were to find out, who knows

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept

expecting a

Rena prepared a

he might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen

approached quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena from

for

her head, she asked softly, “You’re

confirmed with a simple

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

playfully nipped

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

lip and

do you intend to rival him in moral

wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before that I

the soup

Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in the upcoming

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for a

and came to a halt. A lean

the

filled

noticed Mark standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few

ached to

child had never come into

felt a

around, Waylen

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