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?”

become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life, taking a

Mark protested, “That’s

for her

born out of love

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

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

her to

into her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody of

of Laura? Is that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father.

better off not being in a relationship filled with

her in

wriggle

her face on his shoulder,

In a

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

lost

slightly puffy as she gently shook

softly nudged him aside and

both take a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this was a

three days unfolded

he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over

Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to

handing off his duties, Mark lingered

it hard to

down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to embark on a fresh

deepest understanding

to achieve success in the

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

“Let’s move on.”

ready

Cathy

you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your

indifference, “She’s

exited, choosing not to

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

He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your

herself at a loss

quivered as she confessed, “I only loved one

say anything more.

wheel and quickly made his way to

tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

wife with the discharge

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that

dashed downstairs and dialed

wait for me to give you a ride?

no need.” Cecilia’s voice came through, “We’re about to board

eyes, fatigue

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

soft exhale could be heard from the other side

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

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

cracked as

whispered an apology in

tone, Cecilia urged,

with that, she

and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the

already

and settled

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took

and

was keeping

at the piano, her posture

Edwin with one arm while

that she might

Edwin on the ground and regarded

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

they were to find out, who knows what could

been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her

was expecting

Rena prepared a pot of

Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer

quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena

for a

head, she asked

with

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

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any

lip and inquired,

intend to

responded, “I wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before that I owe a debt of gratitude to you

soup into a

gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

a serene and collected expression. Time might

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed

Waylen’s smile softened.

first, Rena wished to

Cecilia reassured Rena that she was okay and headed to bed with

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the

drove into the villa and came to a halt. A lean figure

the man in

filled with

right away, he pulled out a cigarette

heart ached to see him

couldn’t help but wish that child

felt a hand

she turned around,

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