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

as though he was

for a moment and asked,

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

he was stalling and

“At least four months.”

on an expedition to the

he returned, she would be heavily

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his voice

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

held back tears and replied,

of the phone, Mark emitted

their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both of

they hadn’t shared such laughter for quite a

Mark sighed.

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

their relationship had

she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt

agreed and abruptly ended the

staircase, she slammed the door behind

her mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with

as he

a while, he

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even Peter’s

do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia away? It’s hard to take

hand placed gently on his

had a

the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee

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

best thing he could do

Peter was sad.

a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change

Cecilia was only 29 years old when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I

words, he had no idea that Cecilia

so, she was

bear this burden alone while he

letting go could be

would welcome a new life, while he might end up

Mark had no regrets

doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation

lawyer and drafted a

gave Cecilia full custody

and property, and even named Edwin as the sole successor to the Evans

specifically bequeathed the house

paperwork was extensive, and even with a high fever of 39.5

signed

his abdomen,

the divorce papers to

papers and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage

in sweat due to

“If you don’t go, I won’t undergo

“Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than

said, “Peter, please go and

left

her not to cry. She always loves

help burst into tears

arrived back at her

herself and

lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

approached the door, hastily

peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a lawyer

slightly surprised by their

then realized that they were there to

breath, she opened

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

“He won’t feel sorry for me.

expressing his thoughts but,

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

well

to disclose it to

inside, and they took their

looked around and said, “The environment is good.

served them ice

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

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 to end

lowered her eyes,

silence, she softly asked, “Where is

eyes glistened

hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared about

were had to part ways,

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

the room, promptly retrieved the

state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to

What did he mean?

He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward

himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete

couldn’t fully grasp

took the document and

been quite generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate

the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans

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

agreement and then

on the papers, and her eyes welled up with

the end

the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for

right. How could he keep

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

hold

was overwhelmed with remorse,

that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the cabinet door, and

she called

and mashed

no appetite, but her unborn

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