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

of yourself and remember to eat properly,

sounded as though he was saying

hesitated for a moment and asked, “When will

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

stalling and asked, “When

“At least four months.”

expedition to the

he returned, she would be

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his voice

me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are you looking for a younger

held back tears and replied,

the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a

was a

they hadn’t shared such laughter

Mark sighed.

then said in a trembling voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send

last, their relationship had

In just a few seconds, it felt like they had

and abruptly

the staircase, she slammed the

covered her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

mobile hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator,

pale as he held

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia,

But she couldn’t hear.

even

Why did you have to push Cecilia away? It’s hard to take back

hand placed gently on

had a severe

was successful, there was

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

best thing

Peter was sad.

perspective would change after you recover.

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

spoke these words, he had no idea

so, she was carrying

this burden alone while he granted

letting go could be

other free, she would welcome a

Mark had no

Mark to undergo an operation as soon as

and drafted a divorce agreement in

full custody of

as the sole

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous

even with a high fever of

he signed his

he clutched his abdomen, lost in

hesitated to deliver the

Cecilia signed the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their

body covered in sweat

firmly said, “If you don’t go, I

Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything now. Further delay

please go and give the divorce papers

left

not to cry. She always loves

Lina couldn’t help

arrived back at her

herself

living room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding tears that she gently

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the

Peter and a stranger who resembled a lawyer

was slightly surprised by their

that they were there to deliver the divorce

breath, she opened

your eyes red? Are you crying? If you cry, Mr.

me. If I sign

considered expressing his thoughts but, in the

about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften her heart, especially considering their

well aware of

didn’t permit him to

inside, and they

said, “The environment is good.

served them

state of mind. Mark was still in the hospital, waiting

couldn’t 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 all these hardships throughout these years. Do you really want things

lowered her eyes, pondering

brief silence, she softly asked, “Where is

glistened with

hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared about

a couple as deeply in love as they were had to part ways, it

instructed the man beside him, “Milo,

promptly retrieved the document and began reading it

a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that

What did he mean?

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

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

grasp the meaning behind his

took the document and carefully

quite generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice

on Gamous Road and declined to receive

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

terms of the agreement and then affixed her signature

signed, her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled up

the end of their

understand that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt

was right. How could

shoulder and said, “He wanted

hold back

she was overwhelmed with remorse,

out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a

she called the

and mashed

but

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