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

good. Take care of yourself and remember to

as though he was saying

asked, “When will we sign the divorce

taken aback, his voice shaking. After a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a business trip.

and

“At least four months.”

an expedition to the North

returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly,

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

tears and replied,

of the phone,

was a rare occurrence for both of

they hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I’ve already

last, their relationship

longed for this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they

and abruptly

staircase, she slammed the

covered her mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into the elevator, with

pale as

he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

even Peter’s wife,

consoled Mark, “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 what

his hand placed gently on

had a

the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the

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

free was the best thing he

Peter was sad.

a bit longer? Maybe your perspective

only 29 years old 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

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

was carrying his

bear this burden

go

she would welcome a new life, while he might end

Mark had no regrets about

room, the doctors urged Mark to undergo an

summoned a lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement in Cecilia’s

full

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

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road

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

he signed his

that, he clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for

to deliver the divorce papers

papers and completed the necessary

the bed, his body covered in sweat due to the

“If you don’t

Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is

her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go and

begrudgingly left with the

to cry. She

help

arrived back at her

herself and two

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the door, hastily wiping

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

was slightly surprised by their

were there to deliver

breath,

ask, “Why are your eyes red?

won’t feel sorry for me. If

but, in

dilemma as he genuinely wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften her

well aware of

permit him to

inside, and they took

“The environment is good. Did Edwin go to

served them ice

the right state of mind. Mark was still

there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out?

lowered her eyes,

brief silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened with

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

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

sadness, he still instructed the man beside him,

promptly retrieved the document and began

found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she

What did he mean?

may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can no longer

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

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind

the document and carefully reviewed

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

decided against accepting the house on Gamous Road and

have more children in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole heir to

agreement and then affixed her

the papers, and her

was finally the end of their

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. It was

Mark was right. How could he keep holding

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

hold back her

overwhelmed

her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the cabinet

called

and mashed potatoes

appetite, but her

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