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

a gravelly tone, Mark protested,

her and

out of love

chilly night caused the window to fog up

patterns on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I

spun her to face

will help the Thomas family reclaim the

child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous acts you’ve undertaken truly

Cecilia was better off not being in a relationship filled with

her in

wriggle free, but

on his shoulder,

In a

with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in my

seemed lost in

eyes appeared slightly puffy as she gently

nudged him aside

take a

Mark watched her intently.

matured, becoming a

he was uncertain if this was a

next three days unfolded without

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

Laura’s father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

day, Mark quit and delegated all his

duties, Mark lingered in his

found it hard to

decided to step down from his position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed

had the deepest

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success

a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

critical moment, Cathy arrived and surveyed

you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising career! You should be willing to

responded with indifference, “She’s

choosing not to engage in further conversation

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

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

herself at a loss

as she confessed, “I only loved

to say anything more. He

took the wheel and quickly made his

found the nurse tidying up,

Mark questioned urgently.

wife with the discharge process.

a hunch that it

Mark dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

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

need.” Cecilia’s voice came through, “We’re about to

massaged his eyes,

something’s bothering you, let’s discuss it.

be heard from

thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr.

a few years ago after my own experience. And Cathy was the cause of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and even request that I be mature

cracked

whispered an

her tone,

with that, she ended

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

had already

purchased a ticket and

there silently, observing the airplanes as they

and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping

the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

arm while skillfully balancing

sensed that she might be inconveniencing Waylen

gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s

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

to find out, who knows

Waylen, so she kept

was expecting a

Rena prepared

become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed

wrapped his arms around Rena

stopped for a

she asked softly,

with a simple

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

playfully nipped Rena’s soft

he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any

and

do you intend to rival

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

the soup

plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

his emotions and tenderly brushed his

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany

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

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window

villa and came to a halt. A lean

watched the man

eyes filled with

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

ached to see

couldn’t help but wish that child had never come into

a hand on

around, Waylen was

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