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.

feeling much better

of yourself and remember to

tone sounded as though

moment and asked, “When will we sign

quietly, “I’m on a business trip. We can sign them when I

he was stalling and

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition to the

returned, she would be

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

so eager to break up with me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or

tears

other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small

their fallout, laughter was a

they hadn’t shared

Mark sighed.

“I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have

relationship had reached this

this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had

abruptly ended

to the staircase, she slammed

slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with Mark lying

pale as he

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

even

Mark, “Why did you have to do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia away? It’s hard to take back what you’ve

hand

had a severe stomach

there was no

older than Cecilia. He realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was

her free was the best thing

Peter was sad.

Maybe your perspective would change after you recover.

Peter, Cecilia was only 29 years old when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay her for a few more years, it will be tough for her to find a

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

she was carrying his

had chosen to bear this burden

go

each other free, she would welcome a new life, while he might

Mark had no regrets

the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation

summoned a lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement in Cecilia’s

gave Cecilia full custody

even named Edwin as the

house on

even with a high fever

signed

that, he clutched his abdomen, lost

the divorce

and completed the

on the bed, his body covered in sweat

“If you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

to convince Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything now. Further delay could

please go and give the

begrudgingly left with

to cry. She always loves

Lina couldn’t help burst into

arrived back at her

herself

thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding tears that she

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

approached the door, hastily wiping

peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a

was slightly surprised

realized that they were there

a deep breath, she opened

but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If

won’t feel sorry for me. If I

considered expressing his thoughts but, in the end, chose not

dilemma as he genuinely wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften

was well aware of

to disclose it

and they

around and said, “The environment is

served them ice

right state of mind. Mark was still in the

you and Mr.

eyes, pondering the

softly asked,

glistened with

awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared about him. It was such

as they were had to part ways, it would cast

deep sadness, he still instructed the man beside him, “Milo,

room, promptly retrieved the document and began

she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed

What did he mean?

any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can

could he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to tell

couldn’t fully grasp the

took the document and carefully

various assets. However, she made a deliberate

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

children in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole heir to

and then affixed her signature at the

remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled

was finally the end of their

to understand 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 know. It was unfair

could

and said, “He wanted me to tell you not

hold

sending them away, she was overwhelmed with remorse,

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

called

and mashed potatoes for

had no appetite, but

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