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?”

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

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

love for her and Edwin was

out of love between Cecilia and

the chilly night

and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I

spun her to face

into her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help

“Reclaim custody of Laura? Is that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are

better off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in his

to wriggle free, but

her face on his shoulder, weeping

In a hoarse whisper,

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

lost

eyes appeared slightly puffy as she gently shook her

aside and hung

both take a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

he could only sense that she had matured, becoming a woman

was uncertain if this

days

but he refrained from visiting Laura.

was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

off his duties, Mark lingered in his

it hard

grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to embark on a fresh

deepest

abilities, you’re bound to

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

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

astonishment, she questioned, “Mark, have you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising

indifference, “She’s my

exited, choosing not to

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

went through your mind when Laura was born? Did

herself at a loss

she confessed, “I only loved one

want to say anything more. He headed straight for

took the wheel and quickly made

he found the nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at

Mark had a hunch that it might

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once

“Why didn’t you wait for

through, “We’re

massaged his eyes, fatigue

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

exhale could be heard from the other side of the

after a pause, Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans,

was the cause of all that

voice cracked

whispered an

her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

she

then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his drive to the

already flown

and settled into

the airplanes as they

brought Cecilia and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping Edwin

piano, her

Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the

that she might be inconveniencing

on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

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

find out, who knows what

been obedient to Waylen,

expecting a

prepared a pot of

might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen

quietly and wrapped his arms around

stopped for

her head, she asked softly, “You’re

confirmed with a simple

Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the middle, but thankfully, Waylen’s affection

playfully nipped

hint of frustration, he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any younger. Why’s he still making things

lip and

you intend to rival him

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

poured the soup

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

Waylen had profound eyes.

stared at Rena and 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 his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa echoed with the noise of a

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window

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

the man in

eyes filled

of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a

ached to see

help but wish that child

felt a hand

turned around,

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