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?”

remarked, “Mark, perhaps I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin

gravelly tone, Mark protested,

for her

son, born out of

faint smile as the chilly night caused the window to fog up with water

delicate fingers traced patterns on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these. I’ll wait for you in

spun her

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas

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

better off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in

wriggle free, but in

her face on

filled with regret. In a

isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in

lost

appeared slightly puffy as she gently

aside and

a

Mark watched her intently.

only sense that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts

was uncertain if this was a

next three days

receive calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura

father was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

his responsibilities. He decided to

duties, Mark

it hard

grown accustomed

had the deepest

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success in the business

lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

Cathy

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

with indifference, “She’s

exited, choosing not to engage

she hurried after

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

at a loss

“I only loved one man in

to say anything more. He

the wheel and quickly made his way

the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

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

a hunch that it

dialed Cecilia’s

wait for me to give you a ride? Are you at the airport now?

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

eyes, fatigue washed

it. Let’s talk it through. Please, don’t act

exhale could be heard from the other side

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

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 to look after her

voice cracked as she

whispered an apology in

her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

that, she ended the

into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once

already flown

a ticket and settled

silently, observing the airplanes as they took

and Edwin

was keeping Edwin

her posture impeccable, the epitome

with one arm while skillfully

she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

placed Edwin on the ground and

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

find out, who knows what could

to Waylen, so

was expecting

prepared a

he might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed

approached quietly and wrapped his

for

she asked

confirmed with

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

playfully nipped Rena’s

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

on her lower lip and inquired, “Are

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

soup into

Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

emotions and tenderly brushed

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany

that she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin.

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for a

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

watched the man in

filled with

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

heart ached to see him

that child had never come into their

felt a hand

she turned around,

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