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

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

as though

moment and asked, “When will we sign

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

stalling and asked,

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition to

he returned, she

Cecilia fell silent.

softly,

wife unbearable for one

held back tears and

of the phone, Mark emitted a small

was a

they hadn’t shared such laughter

Mark sighed.

a trembling voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I’ve already

last, their relationship

she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up their

abruptly

the staircase, she

mouth, slumping against

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying

pale as he held the

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even Peter’s wife, Lina,

have to do this? There was still hope. Why did you

his hand placed gently on his

had a severe

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

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

was the best thing

Peter was sad.

Maybe your perspective would

we got together. And look at her; she’s not as

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

she was carrying

to bear this burden alone while he granted her

go could

each other free, she would welcome a new life, while

no regrets about

Mark

and drafted a divorce agreement

full

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

also specifically bequeathed the house

extensive, and even with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted

signed his

clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for a

to deliver the divorce papers

papers and completed the necessary formalities,

on the bed, his body covered in sweat due to the pain he

firmly said, “If you don’t go,

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

please go and give the divorce

left with

to cry. She always

help

back at her

herself and two nannies

was lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding tears that she

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

approached the door, hastily wiping her

and a stranger who

surprised by their

they were there to deliver

a deep breath, she

“Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If

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

thoughts but, in the end,

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

was well aware of

him to disclose

and they took

said, “The environment is good. Did Edwin go to

them ice

not in the right state of mind. Mark was still in the hospital, waiting

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

eyes, pondering the

silence, she softly

eyes glistened with

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

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

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

in the room, promptly retrieved the document

herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped

What did he mean?

fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the

the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to

fully grasp the meaning behind his

the document and carefully reviewed

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

house on Gamous Road and declined

children in the

then affixed her signature

fixed on the papers, and her

the

if she 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

was right. How could he

they left, Peter pat Cecilia on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please don’t cry,

hold

sending them away, she was overwhelmed

as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the

she called

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for

appetite, but her unborn

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