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

said gently, “That’s good. Take care of yourself and remember to eat properly,

tone sounded as though he

hesitated for a moment and asked, “When will we sign the

quietly, “I’m on a business

felt he was stalling and asked,

“At least four months.”

an expedition to

returned, she would be heavily

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his

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

tears and replied,

the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small

a rare occurrence for

hadn’t shared such laughter for quite

Mark sighed.

then said in a trembling voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have

relationship

crying. In just a few seconds,

agreed and abruptly ended

she

covered her mouth, slumping against

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark

pale as he held

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

and even Peter’s

Why did you have to push

there, his hand placed gently on his

a

was successful, there was no guarantee

efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which

was the best thing he could do for

Peter was sad.

your perspective would change

I can’t 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 more years, it will

he had no idea that Cecilia

so, she was

chosen to bear this burden

go could

other free, she would welcome a new

had no regrets about his

the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation as soon as

a lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement

Cecilia full custody

as the sole successor to the

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous

and even with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted on reading through each

signed

that, he clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for a

to deliver the divorce papers

signed the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage would

his body covered in sweat due to

said, “If you don’t go, I

the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more

please go and give the divorce

left with the

mumbled, “Tell her not to cry. She always

help

arrived back at

allowed herself and two nannies

her arms wrapped

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the

peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled

surprised by their

were there to deliver

deep breath, she opened the

eyes, couldn’t help but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If

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

but, in

to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this

well aware

him to disclose it

inside, and they

and said, “The environment is

served them ice

Peter was not in the right state of mind. Mark was still in

is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out?

her eyes, pondering the

silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened

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

to part ways,

still instructed the man beside him, “Milo, please

sensing the heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the document and began reading

only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house

What did he mean?

any anger you may harbor toward

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

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp

the document

generous in granting her various assets. However,

decided against accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined

that Mark might remarry and have more children in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole

then

remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled up

finally the

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

right. How could

wanted me to tell you not to

hold

sending them away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind a

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

called

and mashed potatoes

no appetite, but

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