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?”

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

Mark protested,

love for her and

their son, born out of love between

the chilly night caused the window to fog up with

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

her

will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody of

situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know

better off not being

her

attempted to wriggle

face on his

regret. In a hoarse

Cathy. You’ve been

lost

as she gently

softly nudged him aside and hung

both take a

Mark watched her intently.

had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he

uncertain if this was a positive

days

Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over the phone, always speaking to

was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just an ordinary

his duties, Mark

hard to

to step down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed

the deepest understanding of Mark,

you’re bound to achieve success in

He lit it, inhaled

“Let’s move on.”

ready

critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of it for the sake of a little

indifference, “She’s my

that, he exited, choosing not to

a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought to visit

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

at a loss

“I only

want to say anything more. He headed straight for

wheel and quickly

entering Edwin’s ward, he found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were

Mark questioned urgently.

your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the airport by

a hunch that

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? Are you at the airport

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

massaged his eyes,

something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t act rashly,

could be heard from the other side of the

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

own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that

voice cracked as

whispered an apology

logic in her tone,

that, she ended

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

already flown

a ticket and settled into the departure

sat there silently, observing the airplanes as

had brought Cecilia and Edwin to

was keeping Edwin amused with

at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome of

while skillfully balancing the

sensed that she might

placed Edwin on the ground and

and

out, who

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

was expecting

Edwin feeling unwell, Rena prepared

speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena

approached quietly and wrapped his arms around

for a

turning her head, she asked

with a

in the loop about Mark’s and Cecilia’s conflicts, informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds with

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

a hint of frustration, he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any

and inquired, “Are you implying he’s too

you intend to rival him in moral

I mention before that I owe

the soup into a

Give Cecilia plenty of comfort

Waylen had profound eyes.

might age her, but it only added a refined and graceful allure to

He was deeply touched.

and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to comfort

to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa echoed

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for a

came to a halt. A lean figure

the

filled

Mark standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few deep puffs as if he were refreshing

heart ached to see him like

that child had

felt a

she turned around, Waylen was

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