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?”

that Edwin and I are mere

Mark protested, “That’s not

love for her and

out

night caused the window

and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should

spun her to face

affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim

grinned and 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,

off not being

her in his

wriggle

on his shoulder,

filled with regret. In a

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

lost in

appeared slightly puffy as she gently shook her

softly nudged him aside and hung her head

take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent

was uncertain if this was a

three days

receive calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting

father was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

his

his duties, Mark lingered

hard

step down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed

had the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

you’re bound to achieve

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

“Let’s move on.”

ready

Cathy arrived and

Your connections and your

indifference, “She’s

to

she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought

what went through your mind when Laura was born?

herself at a loss for

“I only loved one

more. He

quickly made his way

nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

“This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife

Mark had a hunch that it might be

and dialed Cecilia’s number once in

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

through, “We’re about to

his eyes, fatigue washed

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

be heard from the other

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

after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil.

voice cracked as

an apology in

in her tone, Cecilia urged,

with that, she

his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his drive to the

had already flown

ticket and settled

there silently, observing the airplanes as they took off and

brought Cecilia and Edwin to

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused

piano, her posture impeccable, the

arm while skillfully

might be inconveniencing Waylen a

on the ground and regarded

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

to find out, who

Waylen, so she kept

expecting a

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of

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

quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena

stopped for a

head, she asked softly,

confirmed with

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

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

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

and inquired,

you intend to rival

laugh, Waylen responded, “I wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before that I owe a debt

the soup

“Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

to

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for a

villa and came to a halt. A lean figure emerged from

watched the man

filled

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 refreshing

to see

wish that child had never

felt a hand

turned around, Waylen was

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