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?”

that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your

tone, Mark

her and Edwin was

born out of

faint smile as the chilly night caused

patterns on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all

spun her to face

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help

need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous acts you’ve undertaken truly worry

not being in a relationship filled with

enveloped her in his

to wriggle free,

buried her face on

In

You’ve been the only

seemed lost

puffy as she gently shook her

nudged him aside and

take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

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

if

next three days unfolded

this time, Mark continued to receive calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed

was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

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

handing off his duties,

hard to

alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired

deepest understanding of Mark,

bound to achieve success

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

“Let’s move on.”

ready

Cathy arrived and

your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your

indifference, “She’s my

to engage in

rooted in shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has

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

found herself at

she confessed, “I only loved one man

to say anything more. He headed straight

the wheel and quickly

ward, he found the nurse tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

assisted your wife with the

Mark had a hunch

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed

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

need.” Cecilia’s voice came through,

his eyes,

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

heard from the other side of

a pause, Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans,

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

whispered an apology

in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

she ended the

slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate

already

purchased a ticket and settled

the airplanes as they took

Cecilia and Edwin

Leonel was keeping

at the piano, her

arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

she might

placed Edwin on the ground and

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

were to find out, who knows what

always been obedient to Waylen, so she

expecting a

prepared a pot of soup for

become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to

quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena

stopped for a

turning her head, she asked

confirmed with a

odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck

nipped Rena’s soft

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 implying

to rival him in moral

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

soup into

plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

might age her, but it only

He was deeply touched.

tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to

reassured Rena that she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for

the villa and came

watched the man

filled

Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and

heart ached to

help but wish that child

a hand on her

turned around,

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