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

of yourself

sounded as though he

moment and asked, “When will we sign the

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

was stalling and asked, “When are you

“At least four months.”

on an expedition

time he returned, she would be

Cecilia fell silent.

softly,

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

tears

of the

laughter was a rare occurrence for both

hadn’t shared such laughter for quite a

Mark sighed.

voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the

relationship had reached this

crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped

and abruptly ended the

she slammed the

covered her mouth, slumping against the

A wall separated them.

was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark

appeared pale as he held the

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even Peter’s wife, Lina, joined

consoled 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

there, his hand placed gently on his

a

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

provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing the

free was the best

Peter was sad.

bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why are you so

wait. 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

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

she was carrying

had chosen to bear this burden alone while

letting go could be

set each other free, she would welcome a new

Mark had no regrets

urged Mark to

drafted a

gave Cecilia full custody of

cash and property, and even named Edwin as the sole

specifically bequeathed the house

with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark

he signed his

clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for a

hesitated to deliver the divorce papers to

completed the necessary formalities, their

in sweat

you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than

tears in her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go and give

begrudgingly left with

her not to cry. She always loves to

that, Lina couldn’t help

arrived back at

she allowed herself and two nannies

living room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

and approached the door, hastily

Peter and a stranger who

was slightly surprised

were there to deliver the

a deep breath,

your

won’t feel sorry for me. If I sign

considered expressing his thoughts but, in the end, chose

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

was well aware of

didn’t permit him to disclose it to

and they

environment is

served them

state of mind. Mark was

himself to give up, so he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all these hardships throughout these years. Do you really want things

eyes,

brief silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened

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

as they were had to part ways, it would cast doubt on the existence of true love in the

he still instructed the man beside

room, promptly retrieved the document and began

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?

took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if

himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to tell after

couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind

took the document

had been quite generous in granting her various assets.

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

children in the future, and Edwin might not be the

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

signed, her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled

was finally the end of

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 to

Mark was right. How could he

“He wanted me

hold back her

she was overwhelmed with

wasn’t until she felt 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 cabinet

called the

beefsteaks and

but her unborn child

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