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?”

me that Edwin and

gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

for her and

son, born out of love between

maintained a faint smile as the chilly night caused

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

spun her to face

help the Thomas family reclaim

Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous

better off not being in a relationship filled with

enveloped her

wriggle free, but

buried her face on his shoulder, weeping

regret. In a hoarse whisper, he

isn’t with Cathy. You’ve been the only one in my heart

lost

puffy as she gently

nudged him aside and hung her

take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

sense that she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts

was uncertain if this was a positive

days unfolded

calls from Cathy, but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over the

Laura’s father was Paul, she

Cecilia was disgusted.

quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He decided to become

duties,

hard

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

had the deepest understanding of Mark,

bound to achieve success in

lit it, inhaled

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

this critical moment, Cathy arrived and

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

with indifference, “She’s my

that, he exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation

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

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

herself at a loss

quivered as she confessed, “I only

more. He headed straight for the

quickly made his way

nurse tidying up, but

Mark questioned urgently.

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

a hunch that it might be

downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s number once in his

after a brief pause, he gently inquired, “Why didn’t you wait for me to give you

came through, “We’re about to board the private

massaged his eyes,

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

from the other

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 her child

voice cracked as she

an

in her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think it

with that, she ended

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

already flown

ticket and settled into

observing the airplanes as

Cecilia and Edwin to his

keeping Edwin amused

was at the piano, her posture

cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

she might be inconveniencing Waylen

placed Edwin on the ground and regarded

Who will look after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I’m telling you, our

find out, who knows

Waylen, so she kept her complaints to

expecting a

feeling unwell, Rena prepared a

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

his arms around Rena from

for a

her head, she asked softly, “You’re

confirmed with a simple

conflicts, informed by Zoey. With Mark at odds

playfully nipped

frustration, he remarked, “Mark’s not getting any

her lower lip and inquired, “Are you implying

to rival him

Waylen responded, “I wouldn’t dare. Didn’t I mention before that

the soup

gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty of

Waylen had profound eyes.

and collected expression. Time might age her,

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly

Waylen’s smile softened.

to

Cecilia reassured Rena that she was okay and headed to bed with Edwin. Later that

Cecilia speculated silently.

to the window for

the villa and came to

the man in

filled

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

ached to see

couldn’t help but wish that child had never come

she felt a

turned around, Waylen was

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