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?”

I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and I are mere extras in the screenplay

Mark protested,

love for her and Edwin was

out of love between Cecilia

the chilly night caused the window to fog up

the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should leave you alone

spun her to face

will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody

to Cathy, and you are not the

Cecilia was better off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her

attempted to wriggle free, but

buried her face on

In a

with Cathy. You’ve been the only one

seemed lost in

appeared slightly puffy as she

she softly nudged him aside and hung her head low,

take a

Mark watched her intently.

she had matured, becoming a

uncertain if this was

three days

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

was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

this particular day, Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities.

handing off his duties,

it hard

grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired

had the deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

you’re bound to achieve success in the

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

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived

to contain her astonishment, she questioned, “Mark, have you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your

with indifference, “She’s

choosing not to

hurried after him,

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

found herself at a loss

“I only

want to say anything more. He headed straight for the

and quickly

entering Edwin’s ward, he found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia were nowhere in

Mark questioned urgently.

Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge

Folwer? Mark had a hunch that it

downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in

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

came through, “We’re about to

massaged his eyes, fatigue washed over

something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through.

could be heard from the

over, “Mr.

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

voice cracked

whispered an apology

in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

with that, she ended the

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

had already flown

and settled

the airplanes

brought Cecilia and Edwin to

Leonel was keeping Edwin

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

effortlessly cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully

sensed that she might be

Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

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

find out,

been obedient to Waylen, so she kept

expecting

Edwin feeling unwell, Rena prepared a pot

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

wrapped his arms around

for a

turning her head, she asked

with a

at odds with Cecilia, Rena felt stuck in the middle, but thankfully, Waylen’s affection

nipped Rena’s soft

remarked, “Mark’s not getting any younger.

her lower lip and

you intend to rival him in

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

the soup into a

nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

Time might age her, but it only added a refined and

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

Rena wished to accompany Cecilia

headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night,

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for

gracefully drove into the villa and came to a halt. A lean figure emerged from

the man

eyes filled

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

ached to see

but wish that child had never come into

she felt a hand on

turned around,

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