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

of yourself and

sounded as though

moment and asked, “When

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

was stalling and asked,

“At least four months.”

expedition to the North

returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

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

tears and

other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small

fallout, laughter was a

as though they hadn’t shared such laughter for quite

Mark sighed.

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

last, their relationship had

crying. In just a

agreed and abruptly ended

she slammed the

her mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying on

appeared pale as he held the

he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

even Peter’s wife,

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

hand placed gently on

a severe

the surgery was successful, there was no

efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last

free was the best thing he

Peter was sad.

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

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

no idea that Cecilia was just a

was

burden alone while he granted her

go could be

other free, she would welcome a new life, while

Mark had no regrets

the hospital room, the doctors urged Mark

drafted

full custody of

cash and property, and even named Edwin as the

bequeathed the house on

with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted on reading

signed his

he clutched his abdomen, lost

hesitated to deliver the divorce papers

the necessary formalities, their

bed, his body covered in sweat due to the

“If you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical

“Peter, please go and give the divorce papers

left

to cry. She always loves to

Lina couldn’t help burst

back

she allowed herself and

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the door, hastily wiping her

Peter and a stranger who resembled

was slightly surprised

realized that they were there to deliver the

a deep breath, she

your eyes red? Are you

for me. If I sign it, we will be

considered expressing his thoughts but, in

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, especially considering their deep feelings

he was well

him to disclose it

them inside, and

and said, “The environment is

served them ice

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

and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome

eyes, pondering the

silence, she softly asked, “Where

eyes glistened

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

ways, it would cast doubt on the existence of true love in

instructed the man beside

promptly retrieved the

Cecilia listened, she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly

What did he mean?

moment, Peter said resolutely, “Mr. Evans regrets the actions he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him.

nor could he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her

grasp the

document and carefully reviewed

her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice

Gamous Road and declined to receive

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

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

she signed, her gaze remained fixed on the

was finally the end

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. It was unfair

How could he keep holding her

“He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please

couldn’t hold

she was overwhelmed with remorse, her

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

called the

and

appetite, but her unborn

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