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?”

Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life,

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

for her

out of love between Cecilia and

the chilly night

the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all these. I’ll wait

spun her to

help the Thomas family reclaim the custody

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

not being

enveloped her

attempted to wriggle

her face on his shoulder, weeping

In a hoarse whisper,

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

seemed lost

slightly puffy as she gently shook

nudged him aside and

both take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

matured, becoming a

if this was a

three days unfolded

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

was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to

off his duties, Mark lingered in his

it hard to say

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

had the deepest understanding

bound to achieve success

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

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

Cathy arrived and surveyed Mark’s

lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of it for the sake

indifference,

choosing not to engage

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

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

herself at a loss for

“I only

more.

wheel and quickly made his way to

the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and

Mark questioned urgently.

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

a hunch that it might

downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me to give you a ride?

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

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue washed

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

heard from the other side of the

with emotion, carried over, “Mr.

experience. And Cathy was the cause of all

voice cracked as she

an apology in

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged,

with that, she ended

a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he

already flown

ticket and settled into the departure

airplanes as they took

Cecilia and Edwin

was keeping Edwin

at the piano, her posture

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

that she might be inconveniencing Waylen

placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

job. Who will look after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our

to find out, who knows what could

been obedient to Waylen, so

expecting

prepared a pot of soup for

Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena

his

stopped for

her head, she asked softly,

with a simple

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

playfully nipped

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

on her lower lip and

to rival

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

soup into

Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

stared at Rena and saw a serene and collected expression. Time might age her,

He was deeply touched.

and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany Cecilia to

bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa echoed

Cecilia speculated silently.

the

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

watched the man in

filled with

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 him like

child had never

felt a hand

turned around, Waylen was

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