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

good. Take care of yourself and remember to

tone sounded as though he

moment and asked, “When

aback, his voice shaking. After a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a business trip. We can

was stalling and asked, “When are you coming

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition

time he returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his voice

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

held back tears

other end of the phone,

was a rare occurrence for both of

hadn’t shared such laughter for

Mark sighed.

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

last, their relationship had reached

help crying. In just a few seconds,

agreed and abruptly ended the

to the staircase, she slammed the door behind

mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with Mark lying on

pale as he

while, he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even

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

there, his hand placed gently

a severe stomach

if the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem

than Cecilia. He realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the

best thing he

Peter was sad.

longer? Maybe your perspective would change

old when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay her for a few

idea that Cecilia was just

so, she was carrying his

chosen to bear this burden alone while he

letting go

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

no

room, the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation

lawyer and drafted

Cecilia full custody

even named Edwin as the sole successor

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road

paperwork was extensive, and even with a high fever of

signed

abdomen, lost in

deliver the divorce

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

in sweat due to the pain

you don’t go, I won’t undergo

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

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

left with the

her not to cry. She always loves

Lina couldn’t help burst into tears

back at

herself

thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door,

and a stranger who resembled

surprised

they were there to deliver

a deep breath, she

are your eyes red? Are you

feel sorry for me. If I sign it, we will

his thoughts but, in

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

well aware

didn’t permit him to disclose it to

and

said, “The environment is good. Did

served them

mind. Mark

possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all these hardships

eyes,

silence, she softly asked, “Where is the

eyes glistened with

surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared

ways, it would cast doubt on the existence of true love in the

instructed the man beside him, “Milo, please

the heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the

The only part she clearly grasped was

What did he mean?

regrets the actions he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared

bring himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete

fully grasp the meaning behind

she took the document and carefully reviewed

generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not to

on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on

the possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the

and then

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

the end of their

about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement.

was right. How could he keep holding

they left, Peter pat Cecilia on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her

she was overwhelmed with remorse,

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

called

beefsteaks and mashed potatoes

no appetite, but her

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