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 better

gently, “That’s good. Take care of

though he

for a moment and asked, “When will we sign

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

and asked, “When are you

“At least four months.”

expedition to the

returned, she

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

me? Is being my wife unbearable

tears

other end of the phone, Mark

fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both of

they hadn’t shared such laughter for quite a

Mark sighed.

flight soon I’ll have Peter

relationship had reached this

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

agreed and abruptly

staircase, she slammed

slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into the elevator, with

as he held

he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

and even

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

hand placed gently

a

there was no guarantee of the

provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he

her free was the best thing he could do

Peter was sad.

wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why are

can’t wait. Peter, Cecilia was only 29 years old when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I

Mark spoke these words, he had no idea that Cecilia

was carrying

bear this burden

letting go could

set each other free, she would welcome a new

Mark had no regrets about

hospital room, the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation as

a lawyer and drafted a divorce

gave Cecilia full custody

and property, and even named Edwin as the sole successor to the Evans

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to

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

he signed his

his abdomen, lost in thought for a

deliver the

the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage would

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

“If you don’t go,

“Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything

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

left with the

“Tell her not to cry. She

that, Lina couldn’t help burst

back at her

respite, she allowed herself and two

her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

approached the

and a stranger who resembled a lawyer holding

slightly surprised by their

were there

deep breath, she opened

but ask, “Why are your eyes red?

won’t feel sorry for me. If I

his thoughts but, in the end, chose

Mark’s illness. He believed

he was well aware of

him to disclose it

allowed them inside, and they took their

and said, “The environment is good. Did

them ice

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

up, so he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this

lowered her eyes,

brief silence, she softly asked,

glistened

utterly baffling. Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia

ways, it would cast doubt

sadness, he still instructed the man

in the room, promptly retrieved the document

bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house

What did he mean?

that very 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. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can no longer be a couple,

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

grasp the meaning behind

took the document and

her various assets. However,

and declined to receive

possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in

of the agreement and then

gaze remained fixed on the papers,

finally the

might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for not giving her

Mark was right. How could he keep holding her

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

Cecilia couldn’t hold

was overwhelmed with remorse, her

hunger intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled

she called

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for

no appetite, but her unborn

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