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?”

Edwin and I

tone, Mark protested, “That’s

for her and

their son, born out of love

the chilly night caused the window to fog

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

spun her to

he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas

belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you

not being in a

enveloped her

to wriggle

on his shoulder, weeping

regret. In a

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

seemed lost in

slightly puffy as she gently shook

she softly nudged him aside and hung her head low,

take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

that moment, he could only sense that she had matured, becoming

was uncertain if this was a positive

days unfolded

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

father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to

his duties, Mark lingered in his

it hard

alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to

had the deepest understanding of

to

inhaled a few times in silence,

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

Cathy

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

indifference, “She’s my

choosing not to engage in further conversation with

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

to a halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind

herself at a loss for

as she confessed, “I only

didn’t want to say anything more. He headed straight for the

quickly made his way

nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia

Mark questioned urgently.

your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely

Mark had a hunch that

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once

the call, and after a brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me

no need.” Cecilia’s voice came through, “We’re about to board the private

eyes, fatigue washed

it. Let’s

could be heard from

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

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 and even request

cracked as she

an apology in

tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

that, she ended the

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

had already flown

a ticket and settled into the departure

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took

had brought Cecilia and Edwin to his

was keeping Edwin

was at the piano, her

effortlessly cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully

she might be inconveniencing

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

want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m

to find out, who knows what

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she

was expecting a

prepared a

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

and wrapped his arms around

stopped for a

her head, she asked softly,

confirmed with a simple

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

playfully nipped

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

lower lip and inquired,

do you intend to

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

poured the soup into a

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

expression. Time might age her, but it only added a refined

He was deeply touched.

tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to

to bed with

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the

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

watched the

filled with

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 deep puffs as if he were

heart ached to see

child

felt a

turned around, Waylen

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