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?”

clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay of your life, taking a backseat

a gravelly tone, Mark

for her and Edwin was

born out of love between Cecilia

the chilly night

“Maybe I should leave you alone

her to

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

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

off not being in a relationship filled with such

enveloped her

attempted to wriggle

on his shoulder,

regret. In

Cathy. You’ve been the only

lost

slightly puffy as she

aside and hung

take a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this was a positive

three days unfolded without

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

Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

his responsibilities.

duties,

hard to say

position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he

the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

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

lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

critical moment, Cathy arrived

work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of it for the

with indifference, “She’s my

choosing not to engage

hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has

a halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your mind

at a loss for

quivered as she confessed, “I only loved

say anything more.

took the wheel and quickly made his way

tidying up, but Edwin and

Mark questioned urgently.

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

had a hunch that it

downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once

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

voice came through, “We’re about

his eyes, fatigue

bothering you, let’s discuss 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

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

voice cracked as

whispered an

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged,

she ended the

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

had already

a ticket and settled

the airplanes as they took

brought Cecilia and Edwin

keeping Edwin amused

her posture impeccable, the epitome of

cradled Edwin with one arm while

that she might be inconveniencing

the ground

will look after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still

find out, who knows what could

to Waylen,

was expecting

Rena prepared a pot of

Waylen

his arms around Rena from

for

turning her head, she

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 her remained

nipped Rena’s soft

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

and

do you intend to

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

poured the soup into a

Give Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

tenderly brushed

Waylen’s smile softened.

first, Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

that she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa echoed with the noise of

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for

villa and came

the man in

eyes filled

out

heart ached to see him

but wish that child had never come

felt a hand

turned around, Waylen

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