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

care of yourself and

sounded as though

asked, “When will we sign

quietly, “I’m

and asked, “When are you coming

“At least four months.”

on an expedition to the North

time he returned, she would

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his voice

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

tears and replied,

end of the phone,

fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both of

shared

Mark sighed.

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

their relationship

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

abruptly

staircase, she slammed

her mouth, slumping against the

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into

appeared pale as

he

But she couldn’t hear.

accompanied Mark, and even Peter’s

There was still hope. Why did you have

his hand placed

had a severe

successful, there was no guarantee

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

her free was the best thing

Peter was sad.

a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after

she’s not as young now. If I delay

had no idea

she was

had chosen to bear this burden

letting go could

she would welcome a new life, while he might

Mark had no regrets about his

hospital room, the doctors urged Mark to undergo

he summoned a lawyer and drafted a divorce

full custody

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

also specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to

fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark

he signed

that, he clutched his abdomen, lost in

hesitated to deliver the

papers and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage

body covered in sweat due to the

firmly said, “If you don’t go, I won’t

wanted to convince Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical

please go and give the divorce papers

begrudgingly left with

to cry. She always

couldn’t help burst

back at her

a respite, she allowed herself and two nannies a

living room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding tears that she gently wiped

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door, hastily wiping her

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

slightly surprised by

they were

deep breath,

noticing her red eyes, couldn’t help but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If you cry, Mr. Evans

won’t feel sorry for me.

but, in the end, chose not

himself 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 Mark’s

permit him to

allowed them inside, and they took

“The environment is good. Did Edwin go

them

state of mind. Mark was still in the

“Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all these hardships throughout these years.

lowered her eyes, pondering the

a brief silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened

happening was utterly baffling. Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly still

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

instructed

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

she clearly grasped was that Mark had

What did he mean?

took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake

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

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind

document and carefully reviewed its

granting her various assets. However, she

Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon

possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the future, and Edwin might

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

on the papers, and her eyes welled up with

finally the end of

to understand that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang

was right. How could he keep holding

wanted me

couldn’t hold back her

away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind a

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

called

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes

had no appetite, but her unborn child needed

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