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 the

gravelly tone, Mark protested,

love for her and

born out of love

chilly night caused the window to fog

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

her to face

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim

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

better off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in

to wriggle free, but in

face on

In a hoarse whisper, he assured

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

seemed lost

puffy as she gently

aside

both take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

becoming

he was uncertain if this was

next three days unfolded without

time, Mark continued to receive calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura.

Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

day, Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided

duties, Mark lingered

it hard to say

position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with

who had the deepest understanding of

abilities, you’re bound to achieve success in the business

inhaled a few times in silence, then

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of

with indifference,

to engage

before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura

through your mind when Laura was born? Did you ever love

herself at a

she confessed, “I

want to say anything more.

the wheel and quickly made his

found the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

informed him, “This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the airport by

Mark had a hunch that it might

Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once

wait for me to give you a ride? Are you at the airport now? I’m on

came through, “We’re

his eyes, fatigue

discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please,

heard from the other side

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

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

cracked

whispered an apology

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

that, she ended the

then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow,

had already

ticket and settled into

silently, observing the airplanes as

had brought Cecilia and Edwin

Leonel was keeping

the piano, her posture impeccable,

Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

might be inconveniencing Waylen a

gently placed Edwin on the ground

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

out, who knows

Waylen, so she kept

was expecting a

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup for

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

approached quietly and wrapped his arms

for

head, she asked softly,

with a simple

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

nipped Rena’s

getting any younger. Why’s

nibbled on her lower lip and inquired, “Are you implying he’s too

you intend to

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

the soup

plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

tenderly brushed

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the

black sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came

watched the

filled with

right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged

heart ached to

that child had

she felt a hand on

turned around,

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