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?”

me that Edwin and I

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

love for her and Edwin

was their son, born out of

maintained a faint smile as the chilly night caused the window to fog up with

long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave

her to

into her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the

“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

being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in his

to wriggle free,

buried her face on his shoulder,

was filled with regret. In a hoarse whisper, he

with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in my heart all

seemed lost

as

him aside and

take a

Mark watched her intently.

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

if this was

next three days unfolded

but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally

was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

his duties, Mark lingered in

it hard

Mark. Having grown accustomed to working

deepest understanding of

you’re bound to achieve success in the

lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should

with indifference,

to engage in further conversation

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

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

found herself at

lips quivered as she confessed, “I only loved

want to say anything more. He headed straight for the

took the wheel and quickly

found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin

Mark questioned urgently.

afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process.

Mark had a hunch that it might

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once

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

Cecilia’s voice came through, “We’re about to board the private

massaged his eyes, fatigue

it. Let’s

exhale could be heard from the other side

Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see

was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and even request that I be mature

voice cracked as

an apology

logic in her tone,

that, she ended

then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking

already flown

and settled into

airplanes

brought Cecilia and Edwin to

was keeping Edwin amused

at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

might

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded

worry about you and nag

were to find out, who knows

always been obedient to Waylen,

was expecting a

Rena prepared a pot of soup for

more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to

approached quietly and wrapped his

stopped for a

she asked softly, “You’re

confirmed with a

by Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the middle, but

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

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

and inquired,

intend to rival him in

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

soup into a

“Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in the

Waylen had profound eyes.

Rena and saw a serene and collected expression. Time might

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

and headed to bed with

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window

and came to a halt. A lean figure

watched the man

eyes filled

pulled out a

ached to see him like

couldn’t help but wish that child had never come into their

a hand on

she turned around, Waylen

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