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?”

to me that Edwin and I are mere

a gravelly tone, Mark protested, “That’s

her and Edwin

son, born out

the chilly night caused the window to fog

“Maybe I should leave

her

into her eyes, he affirmed, “I will help the Thomas family reclaim the custody of

custody of Laura? Is that a situation you need to be entangled in? The child belongs to Cathy, and

not being in a relationship filled with such

enveloped her in his

wriggle free,

buried her face on his shoulder,

regret. In a hoarse

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

seemed lost

puffy as she

softly nudged him aside

both take a moment to

Mark watched her intently.

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

was uncertain if this was a

three days unfolded

visiting Laura. He only occasionally conversed with Laura over

father was Paul,

Cecilia was disgusted.

this particular day, Mark quit and delegated all his responsibilities. He

off his duties, Mark lingered in his

found it hard to

position alongside Mark. Having grown accustomed to working with

had the deepest understanding of Mark,

your abilities, you’re bound to achieve success in the business

He lit it, inhaled a few times in

“Let’s move on.”

ready to

moment, Cathy

contain her astonishment, she questioned, “Mark, have you lost your mind? All your life’s hard work is here. Your connections and your promising

with indifference, “She’s

exited, choosing not to engage in further conversation with

stood rooted in shock for a moment before she hurried after him, murmuring, “Laura has been missing you. You ought to

came to a halt. He abruptly queried, “Cathy, what went through your

at a

confessed, “I

anything more. He headed straight for

quickly made his way to

nurse tidying up, but

Mark questioned urgently.

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

Folwer? Mark had a hunch

delay, Mark dashed downstairs and dialed

you wait for me to give you a ride? Are you at the airport now? I’m

through,

eyes, fatigue washed

bothering you, let’s discuss it. Let’s talk it through. Please,

from the other

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

of all that turmoil. Now, you want me to look after her child and even request that I be mature

voice cracked as

whispered an

her tone, Cecilia urged, “Think

she ended the

his phone down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs… Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his drive to the

had already flown

and settled into the

the airplanes as they took off

had brought Cecilia and Edwin

keeping

was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome

Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage

she might be inconveniencing Waylen a

the ground and

Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag

out, who knows what could

to Waylen, so

expecting

prepared a

harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to

approached quietly and wrapped his arms around Rena

stopped for

head, she asked

with

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

a hint of frustration, he remarked, “Mark’s not getting

lower lip and inquired, “Are you

intend to rival him in moral

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

the soup

Cecilia plenty of comfort in the

Waylen had profound eyes.

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

He was deeply touched.

sensed his emotions and tenderly brushed his hand

Waylen’s smile softened.

to accompany Cecilia

bed with Edwin.

Cecilia speculated silently.

the

the villa and came to a halt. A lean figure emerged from

watched the man in

eyes filled

noticed Mark 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

to see him like

couldn’t help but wish that child

felt a hand on her

around, Waylen

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