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?”

perhaps I’ve been overly optimistic. It’s become clear to me that Edwin and

tone, Mark

for her and Edwin

son, born out

night caused the window to fog up

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

spun her to

he affirmed, “I will help

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

better off not being in a relationship filled

enveloped her in

attempted to wriggle free, but in

face on his shoulder, weeping

In a

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

lost

puffy as she gently shook her

she softly nudged him aside and hung her

a moment to collect

Mark watched her intently.

that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he

uncertain if this

three days unfolded without

visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over the phone, always speaking

father was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just

handing off his duties,

hard

decided to step down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with Mark, he now aspired

deepest understanding of Mark, spoke

abilities, you’re bound to

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

“Let’s move on.”

were ready

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and

to contain her astonishment, 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 a

responded with indifference, “She’s

that, he exited, choosing not to engage

in shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been

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

found herself at a

she confessed, “I only loved one man in my

anything more. He headed straight for

quickly made his way to

Edwin’s ward, he found the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

wife

had a hunch that

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

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

came through,

his eyes,

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

from

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

fear of death a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that

cracked as she

whispered an

in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

she

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

had already

a ticket and

observing the airplanes as they took

had brought Cecilia and Edwin

keeping Edwin amused

her posture impeccable, the epitome

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with

that she might be inconveniencing

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

and nag you every day? I’m

find out, who knows what

had always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

was expecting

feeling unwell, Rena prepared

irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena

approached quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena

for

turning her head, she

confirmed with a

odds with Cecilia, Rena felt

nipped Rena’s

not getting any younger.

nibbled on her lower lip and inquired,

you intend to rival

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

the soup into

“Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of comfort in

Waylen had profound eyes.

collected expression. Time might age

He was deeply touched.

tenderly brushed

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia to

with Edwin. Later that night, the villa

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window

black sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came

the man

eyes filled

going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He

to

help but wish that child had

a

she turned around, Waylen

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