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?”

overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and

Mark protested, “That’s not

her and Edwin was

their son, born out of love between Cecilia

smile as the chilly night caused the window

“Maybe I should leave you alone to handle

her to face

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

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 acts

Cecilia was better off not being

her in

attempted to wriggle free, but

buried her face on his shoulder,

was filled with regret. In a

with Cathy. You’ve been

seemed lost in

puffy as she gently shook her

aside and hung her head

take a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

he could only sense that she had matured, becoming

if this was a positive

three days unfolded without

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

was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

all his

his duties, Mark lingered in

it hard to

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

had the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

you’re bound to achieve success in the

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few times in silence, then crushed

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

critical moment, Cathy

to contain her astonishment, she questioned, “Mark, have you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should

responded with indifference, “She’s my

he exited, choosing not to

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

abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind when

herself at

she confessed, “I only loved one

want to say anything more. He

wheel and quickly made his way

the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and

Mark questioned urgently.

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

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that it might be

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

the call, 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 now? I’m

through,

his eyes,

let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it

heard from the other side

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

I developed a fear of death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me

voice cracked as she

an apology in

logic in her tone,

that, she ended

car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his

had already

ticket and settled into the

airplanes as they took off

had brought Cecilia and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping Edwin amused with

was at the piano, her posture impeccable,

one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

she might be inconveniencing

on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

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

out, who knows

obedient to Waylen, so

expecting

unwell, Rena prepared a

irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to

and wrapped his arms

for

head, she asked softly,

confirmed with a

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

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

“Mark’s not getting any younger. Why’s he still making things

lip and inquired, “Are you implying

do you intend to rival

mention before that I

poured the soup into a

Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

saw a serene and collected expression. Time might age her, but it only added a refined

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

first, Rena wished to accompany Cecilia to comfort

that she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window

into the villa and came

watched the

eyes filled

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

ached to see

but wish that child had never

a hand

turned around, Waylen

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