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

Take care of yourself and remember

tone sounded as though

asked,

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

was stalling and asked,

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition

time he returned, she would

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly,

wife unbearable for one more day? Or are

held back tears and

the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a

laughter was a

appeared as though they hadn’t shared such laughter for

Mark sighed.

voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you

relationship had reached

just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up

agreed and abruptly ended

staircase, she slammed the door behind

covered her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying

as he held the

while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

even Peter’s

still hope. Why did you have to

lay there, his hand placed gently

a severe stomach

if the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee

her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last

her free was the best

Peter was sad.

Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why are you so

as young now. If I delay her for a few more years, it will be

these words, he had no idea that Cecilia

so, she was carrying

had chosen to bear this burden alone while

go could be

would welcome a new life, while he might

Mark had no regrets about his

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

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

Cecilia full custody

as the sole successor to the Evans Gardon in

bequeathed the house

with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted

signed his

his abdomen, lost in thought for a

to deliver the divorce

the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their

on the bed, his body covered in

firmly said, “If you don’t go, I

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

said, “Peter, please go and give the divorce

left with

to cry.

couldn’t help burst

back at

respite, she allowed herself and

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door,

a stranger who resembled a lawyer holding a

surprised by their

they were there to deliver the divorce

a deep breath, she

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

“He won’t feel sorry for me.

expressing his thoughts but, in

to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften

well

permit him to disclose it to

inside, and they

and said, “The environment is good. Did

served them

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

any possibility and you and Mr.

eyes, pondering

silence, she softly asked, “Where is

glistened with

Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly

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

he still instructed the man beside

heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the document

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

What did he mean?

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,

himself to continue, nor could he reveal the

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp

the document

quite generous in granting her various assets.

accepting the house on Gamous Road and

the possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole heir to

terms of the agreement and then affixed her signature

remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled up

finally the end

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

right. How could he keep holding

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

Cecilia couldn’t hold

them away, she was overwhelmed with remorse,

hunger intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the cabinet door, and impulsively discarded all her favorite instant

called the

and

appetite, but

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