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?”

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

tone, Mark protested, “That’s

her

was their son, born out of

as the chilly night caused the window to fog up with

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

her to

will help the

belongs to Cathy, and you are

off not being in

her

attempted to wriggle

buried her face on his shoulder, weeping

regret. In a hoarse whisper, he

been the only

lost

as

softly nudged him aside and hung

both take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

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

he was uncertain if this

days

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

father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become just

his duties, Mark lingered in his

it hard to say

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

the deepest

to achieve success in the business

pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few

“Let’s move on.”

ready

Cathy arrived and

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

with indifference,

to engage in

before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has

what went through your mind when Laura was born? Did you ever love

at a

she confessed, “I only loved one

to say anything more. He headed straight for the

quickly made his way to

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

Mark questioned urgently.

assisted your wife with the

a hunch that it might

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number

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

through, “We’re about to board the

his eyes, fatigue washed over

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

from the other side

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

own experience. And Cathy was the cause of

voice cracked

an

her tone,

that, she ended

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

had already

purchased a ticket and settled into the

silently, observing the airplanes as they took

brought Cecilia and Edwin

was keeping

the piano, her posture impeccable, the

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

sensed that she might be

placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia’s teary

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

to find out, who knows

Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

expecting

unwell, Rena prepared a

speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer

approached quietly and wrapped his

for

head, she asked softly,

confirmed with a

Mark at odds

playfully nipped

of frustration, he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any younger. Why’s he still making things tough for

and inquired, “Are you implying

intend to rival him

wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before that I

the soup

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

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

wished to accompany Cecilia to comfort

headed to bed with Edwin. Later that night, the villa echoed

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for a

and came to a

the man

filled with

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

heart ached to see him

wish that child had never come

she felt a

turned around, Waylen was

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