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?”

I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life,

Mark

love for her and Edwin was

their son, born out of love between

smile as the chilly night caused the window to fog up with

offered, “Maybe I

her

will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody

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 worry me. I…

Cecilia was better off not being in a relationship filled

her in his

to wriggle free, but in

face on his shoulder,

with regret. In a hoarse whisper,

Cathy. You’ve been the only one

lost

as she

softly nudged him aside and hung her head low,

a

Mark watched her intently.

only sense that she had matured, becoming

uncertain if this was

next three days unfolded without

visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over the phone, always speaking to

father was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

and delegated all his responsibilities. He

handing off his duties,

found it hard to say

grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to

had the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

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

it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

Cathy

Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing

responded with indifference, “She’s my

to

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

through your mind when Laura

herself at a loss for

quivered as she confessed, “I only loved one man in

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

the wheel and quickly

he found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere

Mark questioned urgently.

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

Mark had a hunch that it

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s

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

through, “We’re about to

massaged his eyes,

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

heard from the other side of

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

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

cracked

whispered an apology

her tone,

she ended

lighting a cigarette and taking slow,

already flown

a ticket and settled into

the airplanes as they took off and

had brought Cecilia and Edwin to his

keeping

the piano, her posture impeccable,

Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

she might be inconveniencing

gently placed Edwin on the ground and

worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still unaware of what happened between you and

were to find out, who knows what

been obedient to Waylen,

expecting a

unwell, Rena prepared a pot of

and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer

quietly and wrapped his arms

stopped for a

turning her head, she

with

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

playfully nipped

getting any younger. Why’s he still

and inquired,

intend to

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

poured the soup into

plenty of comfort in the

Waylen had profound eyes.

a serene and collected expression. Time might age her, but

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany Cecilia to

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window for

sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came

watched the man

eyes filled with

into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and

to

wish that child had never come into

she felt a

she turned around,

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