A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

During this time, Cecilia’s visits provided him with solace. She visited for prenatal check-ups once every two weeks, and the she would stopped by and visit. Her interactions with Mark were brief, as she typically spent only a short while sitting with him before leaving.

Nevertheless, this was more than enough for Mark.

One day, Cecilia brought Edwin to visit Mark.

While she went for her prenatal check-up, Edwin was brought to the ward by the nanny. The little boy gently pushed open the door and peeked inside.

Mark looked up and noticed Edwin’s presence.

In a gentle, hushed tone, he asked, “Why don’t you come in?”

Edwin softly closed the door behind him and made his way to the bedside. He crawled onto the bed and nestled against Mark, resting his head on Mark’s shoulder.

Mark felt a pang of sadness.

Perhaps Edwin had sensed something was wrong.

Mark gently stroked his son’s head and asked, “You don’t call me ‘great-uncle’ anymore?”

Edwin was on the brink of tears and sniffled.

In a hoarse voice, he exclaimed, “Dad!”

Mark mustered a faint smile and scolded, “Silly boy.”

As children often did, Edwin wore his heart on his sleeve. He held Mark’s hand and whispered, “Dad… I don’t blame you anymore. Get better soon, okay?”

Even if it meant giving up his dad for Laura, Edwin was willing to do it.

He couldn’t bear the thought of his father’s death.

Tears welled up in Mark’s eyes. In the latter half of his life, Mark, who had enjoyed a carefree existence in his earlier years, had failed many people.

Edwin was the person Mark had wronged the most.

Holding back his tears, Mark hugged his son and assured him, “I promise you.”

Edwin nestled closer to Mark, possibly exhausted, and soon fell asleep.

Mark gazed at his son’s face for a while.

A voice emanated from the door, presumably Cecilia’s.

Mark got out of bed and walked to the door. He was taken aback.

In the corridor, not only Cecilia but also Albert stood there.

Helen had asked Albert to accompany Cecilia to the hospital.

Albert and Cecilia often quarreled, and she obviously got him riled up again this time.

He cornered her in the corridor as though he intended to settle scores with her.

However, he meant no harm.

Albert was a young and handsome man. Even in late autumn, he only wore a T-shirt, which displayed his smooth and muscular arms.

Mark had always been self-assured.

He hailed from a noble family and was quite good-looking.

In his youth, Mark had been the object of admiration for everyone.

But now he couldn’t help but feel inferior in the presence of the young man’s strong physique. Mark’s gaze dropped to his oversized hospital gown, deepening his sense of inadequacy.

Mark was overwhelmed with a sense of shame about himself.

He had never experienced such a feeling before.

He stepped back into his ward.

He leaned against the door and chuckled at his own predicament.

He signed in resignation. He knew that he had no right to expect Cecilia to choose him. Now, any young man could easily overshadow his ill and weak self.

What right did he have to love her?

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

After regaining his composure, Mark opened it and saw Cecilia and Albert waiting outside.

Mark asked politely, “Are you here to pick up Edwin? He’s sleeping.”

Cecilia observed Mark.

She wasn’t naive. She could discern his shifting emotions. He had been happier during her previous visits. She attributed this shift to Albert.

However, she didn’t feel the need to provide any explanations.

After all, she didn’t owe Mark anything.

So she simply nodded coolly and replied, “Yes. Then…”

She glanced at Albert and said, “You can help me carry Edwin.”

Albert rubbed his nose and inwardly cursed his situation. Why was she putting him in this situation? Mark was evidently jealous, which was why he had been acting like this. Even though he was currently unwell, Albert anticipated that Mark’s recovery would not bode well for him.

Albert met Cecilia’s gaze and silently sought her confirmation.

Cecilia managed a faint smile and proposed, “I’m going to have dinner at my brother’s place later. Would you like to join me?”

He hurriedly replied, “Yes!

Of course he wouldn’t pass on that offer.

He also picked up Edwin affectionately.

“Let me carry you, Edwin.”

Albert even kissed Edwin’s forehead, seemingly intending to see if he could provoke Mark even more.

Sure enough, there was a disapproving expression on Mark’s face.

He glanced at Cecilia and asked, “Is this your new boyfriend?”

Cecilia could have said something to provoke Mark.

But… she chose not to.

Instead, she stared at him, and her eyes welled up with unshed tears and turned red.

Mark felt a pang of regret, but he found no words to offer her solace.

After a prolonged silence, Cecilia spoke softly, her voice tinged with hurt.

good as you, Mr. Evans, having

words of a wounded

the presence of an outsider, Mark chose not to

Albert was sensible.

You two should sort

and added, “Mr. Evans, it seems there’s a significant

Edwin cradled in his

toward the

her hand. He said

off his hand and whispered,

apologized, “It’s all my fault. Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just

gently caressed her face, his

“How is the baby?”

at Mark and

he was

him further. She reasoned that if she expressed her anger, it might worsen his mood, subsequently affecting his health. She was inherently kind-hearted. Even she hadn’t really contemplated a future without him at the moment, she wanted him to stay healthy. So, despite her pain, she suppressed

she met

face appeared pale and

back at her, a soft smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint of

the weight of his

indescribable

confident and composed Uncle Mark she had admired

an ordinary man

even admit to

caught in

Please take care of

your next prenatal

looked up

She spoke softly.

weeks from now, at

remained silent. He simply brushed his fingers gently through her hair, reminiscent of the

were exchanged

assure him she would remain by

didn’t bring up

two children became

A wave of sadness washed over her, and she wandered to the end of the corridor, standing

time, she

Mark’s illness and the transformations this

despite their separation, she wished

time she lingered at the aisle’s end, mirrored the duration Mark spent standing at the ward’s

divulged it

wasn’t enough anymore, he

was why he wanted to accompany her for a prenatal check-up

Cecilia descended the stairs.

the car and opened the door for

be delighted to meet your old

the red eyes?” he

the back seat and retorted, “It’s none

seat belt

I willingly involve myself in your affairs? It was your sister-in-law who asked me to keep an eye on you. She was worried you’d be upset and might experience abdominal pain. Frankly, I don’t get you. Don’t you both care for

no desire to talk to

to torture him and make him feel the pain… Truth be told, he’s quite

her tears away, trying to

are you still up for

knew Rena wouldn’t accept him, he felt it would still be nice for him to check on her every once

a result, they headed to the

all Albert observed that evening was Cecilia’s tears, her sorrow palpable in every

accompanied Cecilia

join her, she

Cecilia off at the ward

her a reassuring

and stepped inside. The moment

into the

made as though

appeared spotless and orderly, devoid of any trace of

Cecilia stood there, bewildered.

Where could Mark be?

her rounds approached Cecilia, noticing her confusion. She pulled out a letter from her pocket

a letter left for

the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on

several words scrawled on

To Cecilia.

the envelope, finding only a single sheet

wait

you meet a good man,

slipped from her trembling

her head, unable to bring herself

streamed down

for him to recover, to utter the words, “Forgive me, let’s begin anew. I’ll

found the answer

had told her not to

she really waiting

not really. She had simply come over and anticipated that he

about letting him pick their

hoped her presence would provide him with the courage he needed to

he left her behind

by her, regardless of the circumstances–good or bad. Cecilia couldn’t help but think that if she had been 18 years old again, she

over 30

had more to take into consideration, especially since

But he just left.

more heartless

something amiss and was taken aback upon entering

why are you

wiped her

not crying,” she said,

hurt

the letter on the

ripped it to shreds. She managed a smile, tears glistening in her

now on, let’s just forget about

Mark’s illness

Recovery was uncertain.

over him

to prevent her from bidding him

eyes, Mark’s

quivered as she said, “Ross, please accompany me

and he wordlessly

one mentioned

some digging and discovered that Mark’s condition had worsened that night. Peter had contacted

left behind only

without a trace of

allow Cecilia to

on, Mark had vanished

there had been such a

calling out to Mark as if

that day, Cecilia neither called Mark nor reached out to

Mark

in, casting a chilly ambiance over