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

of yourself and remember

though he

asked, “When will we sign

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

was stalling and asked, “When are you

“At least four months.”

on an expedition to the North

returned, she would be heavily

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

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

tears and replied,

of the phone, Mark emitted a small

their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for

as though they hadn’t shared such laughter for quite a

Mark sighed.

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

relationship had reached this

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

abruptly ended the

to the staircase, she

slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying on

as

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even

hope. Why

hand placed gently on his

a severe stomach

the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem not

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

best thing he could

Peter was sad.

you wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective

Cecilia was 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

had no idea that Cecilia was

was

this burden

go

free, she would welcome

Mark had no

doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation as soon as

he summoned a lawyer and drafted a

gave Cecilia full custody

and even named Edwin as the

the house on Gamous Road to

even with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted

signed

he clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for a

deliver the divorce papers

completed the necessary

the bed, his body covered in

firmly said, “If you don’t

“Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything now. Further delay

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

left with

to cry.

help burst

back at

a respite, she allowed herself and two nannies

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the door,

saw Peter and a stranger

surprised by

then realized that they were there

deep breath,

noticing her red eyes, couldn’t help but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If

feel sorry for me. If I sign it,

but,

wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this

he was well aware of

to disclose it

and

said, “The environment is good. Did Edwin go

served them

not in the right state of mind. Mark was still

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

lowered her eyes, pondering the

softly

eyes glistened

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

to part ways,

instructed the

heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved

Cecilia listened, she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to

What did he mean?

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

couldn’t bring himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth.

fully grasp the meaning

the document and carefully reviewed its

in granting her various assets. However, she made a

house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on behalf of

more children in the

and then affixed her signature at

she signed, her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and

finally the end

not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for not giving her the opportunity to know. It

could he keep holding her

shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so

hold

overwhelmed with remorse, her mind

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

called the

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for

no appetite, but

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