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

said gently, “That’s good. Take care of

as though he

moment and asked,

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

stalling and asked, “When are you

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition to the North

the time he returned, she would

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his

being my wife unbearable for one more day?

tears

the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small

laughter was a rare occurrence

appeared as though they hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

“I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I’ve already signed

relationship had reached this

Cecilia had longed for this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up their years of

abruptly

staircase, she slammed the

covered her mouth, slumping against

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark

pale as he held the

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

accompanied Mark, and even

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

his hand placed gently on

a

there was no guarantee of the problem

than Cecilia. He realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing

her free was the best thing he

Peter was sad.

longer? Maybe your perspective

as young now. If

words, he had no idea

so, she was carrying his

to bear this burden alone while he granted

letting go could be

would welcome a new life, while he might

no

the hospital room, the doctors urged Mark

and drafted a divorce agreement in Cecilia’s

full

and even named Edwin as the sole successor to the Evans Gardon in

house on Gamous Road

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

he signed his

abdomen, lost in thought for

deliver the divorce papers to

signed the papers and completed the necessary

covered in sweat due to the pain he was

said, “If you don’t go, I won’t

Evans’ condition

“Peter, please go and give

left

“Tell her not to cry. She always loves

couldn’t help

back

allowed herself and

the living room, she was lost in thought, her arms

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the

and a stranger

slightly surprised by their

realized that they were there to deliver the

a deep breath,

help but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If you cry, Mr.

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

but, in the end, chose not

illness. He believed that this revelation might soften her heart, especially considering their deep

was well aware

him to disclose it

them inside, and they

and said, “The environment

served them ice

mind. Mark was still

consideration, he couldn’t bring himself to give up, so he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, 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

lowered her eyes,

silence, she softly asked,

glistened

while Cecilia clearly still cared about him. It was such a

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

sadness, he still instructed the man

in the room, promptly retrieved the

she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she

What did he mean?

harbor toward him.

continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth. It

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp

the document and carefully reviewed

quite generous in granting her various assets.

against accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on behalf

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

and then affixed her signature at the

fixed on the papers, and her eyes

the

well enough to understand that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the

right. How could he

her shoulder and said, “He wanted me

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her

away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her

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

called the

and mashed potatoes for

no appetite, but her

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