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 a backseat to your

a gravelly tone, Mark

love for her and

born out of love between Cecilia and

chilly night caused the

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

her to face

will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody of

grinned and asked, “Reclaim custody of Laura? Is that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous

off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in

attempted to wriggle free, but in

on his

filled with regret. In a hoarse whisper,

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

lost

slightly puffy as she gently

him aside and hung her head

both take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

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

he was uncertain if this was a positive

next three days

Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura.

Laura’s father was Paul, she was undeniably

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

handing off his duties, Mark

found it hard to say

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

who had the deepest understanding of

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success

inhaled a few times in silence, then

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

this critical moment, Cathy

Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of it

with indifference, “She’s my

he exited, choosing not to engage in

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

a halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was born? Did

found herself at

as she confessed, “I only

want to say anything more. He headed straight for

and quickly made

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

Mark questioned urgently.

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

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that it might be

downstairs and dialed

wait for me to give you

through, “We’re

eyes, fatigue

discuss it. Let’s talk

exhale could be heard from the other side

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

my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you

voice cracked as

an apology

tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

with that, she ended

a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once

had already

and

the airplanes as

and Edwin to

Leonel was keeping

piano, her

Edwin with one arm while skillfully

sensed that she might be inconveniencing Waylen

on the

have your job. Who will look after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you

to find out,

Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

was expecting a

prepared

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

quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena from

for a

head, she

confirmed with a simple

Mark at odds

nipped Rena’s soft

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

lower lip and

do you intend to rival him in

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

the soup

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in the

Waylen had profound eyes.

collected expression. Time might age her, but it only added a

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to comfort

she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin.

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for

came to a

watched the

eyes filled

away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit

to see him

wish that child had never come

she felt a hand on her

she turned around, Waylen was

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