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,

her

was their son, born out of love between Cecilia

the chilly night

on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you

her to

her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help

asked, “Reclaim custody of Laura? Is that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous acts you’ve undertaken truly worry me. I… I’m utterly

better off not being in a

her in

attempted to wriggle free,

face on his

In a hoarse whisper,

isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the

seemed lost

slightly puffy as she gently

him aside

both take a

Mark watched her intently.

she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts

he was uncertain if

days

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

Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

duties, Mark

hard to

down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to

the deepest understanding

to achieve success in

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

connections and

with indifference, “She’s

exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation

rooted in shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you.

queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was born?

herself at a

as she confessed, “I

say anything more. He headed

and quickly made his way to

found the nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

wife with the discharge

Folwer? Mark had a hunch

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s

the call, and after a brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me to give you a ride? Are you at the airport now? I’m on my

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

his eyes, fatigue washed

If something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t act rashly,

be heard from

with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you

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

voice cracked as she

an apology

her tone,

she ended

taking slow,

already flown

and settled into the departure

airplanes as they

brought Cecilia and

keeping Edwin amused

piano, her posture

while skillfully balancing the luggage with

that she might

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded

and nag you every day? I’m

find out, who knows

to Waylen, so she kept her complaints

expecting

unwell, Rena prepared

and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to

quietly and wrapped his

for a

her head, she asked softly, “You’re

with a

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

playfully nipped

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

her lower lip and inquired, “Are

intend to rival

I mention before that I owe a debt of gratitude to you

poured the soup into

Cecilia plenty of comfort

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to

she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later

Cecilia speculated silently.

the

villa and came to a halt. A lean figure

the man

filled with

out

ached to see him like

that child had never come into

she felt a hand on

around,

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