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

tone, Mark

her and Edwin was

out of love between Cecilia

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

she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone to handle all

her

“I will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody

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.

better off not being in

her in

attempted to wriggle free,

her face on his shoulder,

filled with regret. In a

Cathy. You’ve been the only one

lost

puffy as she gently

aside and

a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

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

uncertain if this was a

days unfolded

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

father was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities.

his duties, Mark lingered in his

hard

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

the deepest understanding of Mark,

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve

inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

ready

critical moment, Cathy

she questioned, “Mark, have you 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 of

responded with indifference,

he exited, choosing not to engage in

she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura

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

at a

quivered as she confessed, “I only loved one

anything more. He headed

and quickly made his

tidying

Mark questioned urgently.

informed him, “This afternoon, Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with

Mark had a hunch

delay, Mark 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? I’m on

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

massaged his eyes, fatigue washed over

be sensible. If something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it

from

emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see

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

cracked as she

whispered an apology

her tone, Cecilia

she ended the

car, lighting a cigarette and taking

had already

a ticket and settled into the

sat there silently, observing the airplanes

brought Cecilia and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping

at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome of

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the

might be inconveniencing Waylen a

gently placed Edwin on the ground and

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

were to find out, who knows what

always been obedient to Waylen, so she

was expecting

Rena prepared a pot

harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to

his

stopped for

head, she asked softly, “You’re

with

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

getting any younger. Why’s

lip and inquired, “Are

you intend to rival him in moral

I mention before

poured the soup

Cecilia plenty of comfort in the upcoming

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany Cecilia to comfort

bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa echoed with the noise of

Cecilia speculated silently.

the window

black sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a halt. A lean figure emerged

the

eyes filled

Mark standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged

heart ached to

wish that child had

she felt a hand on her

around, Waylen was

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