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

gravelly tone, Mark protested,

for her

their son, born out of love between Cecilia and

smile as the chilly night caused

“Maybe I should leave

spun her to

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help

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

not being in

enveloped her in his

wriggle free,

face on his

filled with regret. In a hoarse whisper, he

heart isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been

seemed lost

slightly puffy as she gently shook

him aside and hung her

a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he was lost in

was uncertain if

days

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

Laura’s father was Paul, she was undeniably Cathy’s

Cecilia was disgusted.

all his

duties,

found it hard to

down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with

who had the deepest understanding of

to

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

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

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 be willing to let go

indifference, “She’s

choosing not to

she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought

halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through

found herself at a loss for

lips quivered as she confessed, “I only loved

more. He headed straight for the

wheel and quickly made his

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

Mark questioned urgently.

afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process.

had a hunch that it might

and dialed Cecilia’s number once in

you wait for me to give

voice came through, “We’re about

eyes, fatigue washed over

be sensible. If something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it.

heard from the other side of

“Mr.

And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child

cracked as she

whispered an apology in

her tone, Cecilia

with that, she ended

down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once

already

purchased a ticket and settled

observing the airplanes as they took off

Cecilia and Edwin to his

was keeping

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

that she might

Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

will look after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and

were to find out, who knows what

obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

was expecting a

prepared a pot of

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

approached quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena from

for

turning her head, she asked softly,

with a

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

playfully nipped

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

lower lip and inquired, “Are you

intend to rival him in moral

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

poured the soup

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

expression. Time might age her, but it only added

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany

Rena that she was okay and 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.

watched the man in

eyes filled with

he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few deep puffs as if he

to see

but wish that child had never come

she felt a

she turned around, Waylen

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