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

a gravelly tone, Mark

love for her and Edwin

born out of love between Cecilia

night caused the window

“Maybe I should

spun her to face

he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family

to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous

not being in a

enveloped her in his

wriggle free, but

on his

regret. In a hoarse whisper, he

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

seemed lost in

as she gently

nudged him aside

a

Mark watched her intently.

only sense that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while

was uncertain if this

next three days unfolded without

to receive calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He

father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become

his duties, Mark

found it hard

grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to embark

who had the deepest understanding

you’re bound to

lit it, inhaled

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

Cathy arrived and

her astonishment, she 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 let go of all

indifference, “She’s

he exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation

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

through your mind

found herself at

“I only

want to say anything more. He headed straight for the

wheel and quickly made his

found the nurse tidying up, but

Mark questioned urgently.

wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the

had a hunch that it might

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

didn’t you wait for me to

need.” Cecilia’s voice came through,

eyes, fatigue washed

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

exhale could be heard from the other side of the

emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans,

few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all

voice cracked as she

whispered an apology

her tone,

with that, she

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

had already

ticket and

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took off and

Cecilia and

keeping

at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

Edwin with one arm while

that she might be

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

worry about you and

find out, who knows what

Waylen,

was expecting

Rena prepared a pot of

Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena some

wrapped his arms

for

turning her head, she asked softly, “You’re

confirmed with a

at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the middle, but thankfully, Waylen’s affection for her remained

playfully nipped

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

lip and

to rival

Didn’t I mention before that I owe

soup

whispered gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany Cecilia to

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for

black sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a halt.

watched the

filled with

Mark standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and

to see

help but wish that child had never come into

she felt a hand on her

around, Waylen

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