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 life, taking a backseat to your

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

her and Edwin was

son, born out of

a faint smile as the chilly night caused the window

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

her to face

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help

grinned and asked, “Reclaim custody of Laura? Is that a situation you 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 me.

not being in a

her in

to wriggle free, but

face on his

filled with regret. In a hoarse whisper, he

You’ve been

seemed lost in

slightly puffy as she gently shook her

him aside and hung her head

both take a

Mark watched her intently.

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

he was uncertain if this was

days unfolded without

but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only

father was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities.

off his duties,

hard

his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired to embark on a

who had the deepest understanding of

bound to achieve success in

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

“Let’s move on.”

ready

moment, Cathy arrived and

connections and your promising career! You should be willing to let go of all of

indifference, “She’s my

that, he exited, choosing not to engage in further

after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought to visit

“Cathy, what went through your mind when Laura was born? Did

at a

she confessed, “I only loved one man

say anything more. He headed

quickly made his

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

Mark questioned urgently.

“This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the

had a hunch that it might

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

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

Cecilia’s voice came through, “We’re about to board the private

Mark massaged his eyes, fatigue

discuss it. Let’s talk it through.

could be heard from the other

over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see it, being so close

the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and even request that I be

voice cracked as

an

logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

that, she ended

cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs…

already flown

a ticket and settled

the airplanes

and Edwin to

was keeping Edwin

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

arm while skillfully balancing the

sensed that she might be inconveniencing Waylen

Edwin on the ground

Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our parents are still unaware of what happened between you

find out,

Waylen, so she kept her

expecting a

prepared a pot of

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

his arms around Rena from

for

turning her head, she

confirmed with a simple

informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the middle, but thankfully, Waylen’s

nipped

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

on her lower lip and

to rival

I mention before that I owe a debt

the soup

gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

first, Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window for a

came to a halt. A lean figure

watched the

filled

out a cigarette and lit it.

to see

help but wish that child had never come

felt a hand

turned around, Waylen

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