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

Mark protested,

for her and

out of

a faint smile as the chilly night caused

delicate fingers traced patterns on the glass, and after a long silence, she offered, “Maybe I should

her to

eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim

a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and you are not the father. Mark, you know what? The virtuous acts you’ve undertaken truly worry me. I… I’m

was better off not being

enveloped her

wriggle

on

regret. In

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

lost

eyes appeared slightly puffy as

him aside and hung her head

both take a moment

Mark watched her intently.

she had matured, becoming a woman with independent thoughts while he was lost in

was uncertain if this was a positive

days unfolded without

but he refrained from visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over the phone, always speaking to her

was Paul, she was

Cecilia was disgusted.

this particular day, Mark quit and delegated all his

his duties, Mark lingered in his

hard to say

Mark. Having grown accustomed to working

deepest understanding

you’re bound to achieve success in the

out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled a few

“Let’s move on.”

were ready to

moment, Cathy

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 my

that, he exited, choosing not to

hurried after

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

found herself at

lips quivered as she confessed, “I

more. He headed

the wheel and quickly

found the nurse tidying up, but Edwin and Cecilia

Mark questioned urgently.

Mr. Folwer assisted your wife with the discharge process. She’s likely at the

Mark had a hunch

dashed downstairs and dialed Cecilia’s

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

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

eyes, fatigue washed over

it. Let’s

could be heard from

after a pause, Cecilia’s voice, thick with emotion, carried over, “Mr. Evans, maybe you can’t see it, being

developed a fear of death 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

voice cracked

whispered an apology

in her tone, Cecilia urged,

she ended the

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

already

ticket and settled into the

the airplanes as they took off and

brought Cecilia and Edwin to his

Leonel was keeping Edwin

her

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

sensed that she might

Edwin on the

you and nag you every day?

they were to find out,

always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her

was expecting a

Edwin feeling unwell, Rena prepared a

he might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen

and wrapped his arms around

stopped for

turning her head, she asked softly,

with a

With Mark at odds

nipped Rena’s soft

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

lip and inquired,

you intend to rival him in moral

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

poured the soup into

gently, “Enough nonsense. Give Cecilia plenty

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

and tenderly brushed his hand with

Waylen’s smile softened.

to

bed with Edwin.

Cecilia speculated silently.

moved to the window for a

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

watched the man in

filled

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 as if he

ached to see him like

couldn’t help but wish that child had never come

felt a hand

turned around,

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