A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1741-1750

Cecilia called the nanny.

The nanny, filled with anxiety, feared Cecilia’s disappointment.

Cecilia reassured her, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to follow Mr. Evans’ orders anymore. You can return to work now.”

Thirty minutes later, two household servants arrived to handle the chores.

Cecilia got Edwin ready for the morning.

He noticed that his breakfast tasted different and asked, “Dad was here last night, wasn’t he?”

“Yes,”

“He also made us breakfast.”

Cecilia gently patted Edwin’s head.

She couldn’t bring herself to eat Mark’s breakfast. Just a bite would stir up painful emotions.

Her love for Mark, spanning many years, wouldn’t wane easily.

Cecilia settled for some instant noodles.

Her work was scheduled for ten in the morning. She had enough time to drop Edwin at school before heading to the gym.

After a few mouthfuls, she felt sick.

A familiar and unsettling sensation hit her.

Cecilia’s face grew pale.

Concerned, a servant approached and asked, “Miss Fowler, are you alright?”

Edwin looked anxious.

Cecilia held her chest and forced a smile.

“Maybe these instant noodles have gone bad. I need to use the bathroom.”

She hurriedly left.

The servant checked the instant noodles’ production date, muttering, “Strange. They aren’t expired.”

In the master bedroom’s bathroom, Cecilia retched but couldn’t vomit anything. A heavy weight pressed on her chest.

She splashed cold water on her face but couldn’t find relief.

The events from the other day replayed in her mind. She had told Mark about wanting a daughter.

They had sex without protection.

Cecilia placed her hand on her belly and gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Water dripped from her face.

Her eyes mirrored her confusion.

She might be pregnant.

Edwin’s footsteps neared.

The little boy embraced her from behind and whispered, “Mommy, did you drink too much last night? Do you have a headache?”

Tears welled up in Cecilia’s eyes.

Though her thoughts were a mess, she turned to hug Edwin gently.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a little discomfort.”

“Mom, you should rest more,” Edwin advised, wrapping his arms around her.

Cecilia mustered a smile, enduring her stomach’s discomfort.

She placed Edwin’s bag on his shoulder and drove him to school.

Edwin happily trotted off to school.

Cecilia returned to her car, lost in thought.

She had drunk wine last night. Could it affect her potential pregnancy?

Should she even keep this baby?

The more she pondered, the more unease filled her. Finally, she decided to visit the hospital for a check-up.

She went there discreetly for she didn’t want to disturb anyone.

An hour later, her test report came back positive.

She had been pregnant for almost five weeks, and the doctor assured her the fetus was healthy.

However, Cecilia couldn’t find happiness in this news.

She left the examination room slowly. The corridor was filled with couples, joy painted on their faces as they awaited their prenatal check-ups.

She felt like the only person who didn’t know where to go.

Despite her fragility, she couldn’t bring herself to call Mark, as she was determined to end their relationship.

If he knew she was pregnant, he wouldn’t let her go.

Cecilia bit her lips slightly and was about to leave the hospital.

As she reached the elevator, her phone rang.

It was a call from Mark.

She hesitated, then answered.

“What do you want?”

On the other end, Mark remained silent for a long time. Just when she thought of hanging up, he said softly, “I heard from the servant that you weren’t feeling well. Did you go to the hospital?”

Cecilia wanted to cry.

She lowered her head and gently covered her belly.

much better

“That’s good. Take care of yourself

sounded as though

for a moment and asked, “When will we sign

his voice shaking. After a while, he replied quietly,

and asked,

“At least four months.”

expedition to the

the time he returned, she would

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

with me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are you

back tears

of the phone, Mark emitted a small

was a rare occurrence for both

though they hadn’t shared such laughter for quite a

Mark sighed.

my flight soon I’ll have Peter send

relationship had reached this

help crying. In just

agreed and abruptly ended the

she slammed the door behind

her mouth, slumping

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into

appeared pale as he

while, he

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even Peter’s wife,

did you have to do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia

there, his hand

a

if the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem not

realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing

best

Peter was sad.

you wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover.

we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay her for a few more years, it

Mark spoke these words, he had no idea that Cecilia was just a wall

was

bear this burden

letting go

other free, she would welcome a new life, while

no regrets about

Mark to undergo an operation as soon as

drafted a

gave Cecilia full

as the sole successor

specifically bequeathed the house

was extensive, and even with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted on

signed his

he clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for a

deliver the divorce papers

the necessary formalities, their marriage

bed, his body covered in

firmly said, “If you don’t go, I

warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything now.

her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go and give the divorce papers to

left

mumbled, “Tell her not to cry. She

help burst into tears

arrived back at

herself and two nannies a

room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the door,

the peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger

surprised

then realized that they were there to

a deep breath,

help but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If you cry, Mr.

interjected, “He won’t feel sorry for me.

but, in the end, chose not

Mark’s illness. He

was well aware

him to

inside, and they

looked around and said, “The environment is good.

them ice

Peter was not in the right state of mind. Mark was still in the hospital, waiting for

he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all

lowered her eyes, pondering

softly asked, “Where

eyes glistened

while Cecilia clearly still cared about him. It

had to part ways, it would

still instructed the man beside him, “Milo,

the heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the

listened, she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to

What did he mean?

toward him.

could he reveal the complete truth. It

fully grasp the meaning

the document and carefully

assets. However, she

accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on

might remarry and have more children in the future, and

terms of the agreement and then affixed her signature at the end

her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes

finally the end

that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for not giving her the opportunity to

Mark was right. How could

and said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry,

couldn’t hold back

was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind

the pangs of hunger intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the

she called

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for

but her unborn child

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