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

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

tone sounded as though he was saying

and asked, “When will

a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a

and

“At least four months.”

on an expedition to the North

he returned, she would be heavily

Cecilia fell silent.

softly,

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

held back tears and

the other end of the phone, Mark

fallout, laughter was a rare

as though they hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

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

last, their relationship

help crying. In just a few seconds,

abruptly

to the staircase, she slammed the door behind

her mouth, slumping against

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with Mark lying

pale as he held the

he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even Peter’s wife, Lina, joined

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

lay there, his hand placed gently on his

a

if the surgery was successful, there was no

much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing the

best

Peter was sad.

wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you

when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay her for a few more years, it will be

idea that

she was carrying

chosen to bear this burden

letting go

set each other free, she would welcome

had no

urged Mark to undergo an operation as

a lawyer and drafted a

full custody

and even named Edwin as the sole successor to the

also specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road

with a high fever of

he signed

he clutched his abdomen,

to deliver the

signed the papers and completed the

the bed, his body covered in sweat

you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition

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

begrudgingly left

to cry. She always loves to

help burst into

back at

a respite, she allowed herself

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

and approached the

she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a lawyer

was slightly surprised by

that they were there to deliver the divorce

deep breath, she

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

feel sorry for me. If I

considered expressing his thoughts but, in the end, chose not

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

he was well aware

him to disclose

allowed them inside, and they

said, “The environment

them

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

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

eyes,

brief silence, she softly

eyes glistened with

Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia

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

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

room, promptly

part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to

What did he mean?

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

he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to tell

grasp the

the document

her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not

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

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

terms of the agreement and then affixed her

the papers, and her eyes welled up with

was finally the end

that 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 know.

right. How could

and said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please don’t

hold

was overwhelmed with remorse, her

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

called the

beefsteaks and mashed

but her unborn child needed

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