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?”

clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of

gravelly tone, Mark

for her

born out of love

chilly night caused

after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these.

her

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

need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are

was better off not being in

enveloped her in

attempted to wriggle

face on his shoulder, weeping

regret. In a

Cathy. You’ve been the only one

lost

puffy as she gently shook

she softly nudged him aside and hung

take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

only sense that she had matured, becoming a

he was uncertain if this was

days unfolded

from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura

was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided

handing off his duties, Mark

found it hard to

accustomed to working with Mark, he now

deepest

to achieve

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

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

moment, Cathy

is here. Your connections and your promising career! You

responded with indifference,

to

rooted in shock for a moment before she hurried after him,

through your mind when Laura was born? Did

at a loss

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

more. He headed straight

wheel and quickly made his

found the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

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

hunch that

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

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

through, “We’re

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue washed

discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t act rashly,

could be heard from the

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

of 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

cracked as she

an apology in

tone, Cecilia urged,

that, she ended

his phone down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued

already flown

purchased a ticket and settled

silently, observing the airplanes as they

and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

that she might be inconveniencing Waylen

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still

find out, who knows what

Waylen, so

expecting a

Edwin feeling unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup for

irate and speak harshly, Waylen

and wrapped his arms

for

head, she asked softly,

with a simple

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

nipped Rena’s soft

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

on her lower lip and

you intend to

dare. Didn’t I mention before that I owe a debt

the soup into a

“Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in the

Waylen had profound eyes.

and collected expression. Time might age her, but it

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany

okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the

car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a

watched the man

filled

Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and

to see

wish that child had never come

she felt a hand on her

around,

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