A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1961 He brought the dishes to the table.

He took a look at Edwin who was still on his knees.

Mark put down the tray and wiped his hands.

“Lunch is ready. You might not be hungry, but your sister might be. Do you want her to starve while keeping you company?” Edwin glanced at his sister.

Olivia pointed at her open mouth and said, “Hungry.” Edwin pursed his lips and then got up from the floor. He took Olivia by the hand and led her to the dining table.

He didn’t say a word, but he obviously wanted to hoist his sister up onto one of the chairs.

ANGELA'sLIBRARY But the eight-year-old Edwin wasn't strong enough to give Little Olivia a boost.

With one hand, Mark lifted Olivia onto a seat. Then, he put a bib around her neck and began piling food onto the children’s plates.

Zoey came over and commented with a smile, “Wow. You're like a real father now.” Mark chanced a glance at Cecilia. She didn’t show any expression on her face. Mark muttered, “That's not up to you, Mom. That's for the mother of my children to decide.” Ignoring Mark's words, Cecilia ate silently.

It was already half past two in the afternoon when they finished eating.

Zoey took Edwin and Olivia away.

Mark went upstairs to have a talk with Cecilia.

About today’s incident, to be more specific, it was a conflict between the two children and Edwin's one-sided roughness.

It was also the second time that Edwin had run away from home.

Mark was very worried.

Upstairs, Cecilia was sitting on the sofa by the window.

Obviously, she also wanted to talk to Mark.

Mark wanted to relax himself first, so he took a shower to get rid of the smell of the curry.

He changed into fresh clothes after taking a shower.

Cecilia looked at him.

Chapter 1962 Mark walked over, sat opposite her, and asked softly, “Are you still blaming me?” Cecilia shook her head slightly in response.

After that, silence reigned between the two of them. After a while, Mark was the first to speak up.

“Cecilia, about the matter of Cathy...

Maybe both you and I have already let it go, but Edwin still remembers.” That was why Edwin was so rebellious today.

Cecilia didn’t know how to talk to Mark.

However, Mark had already thought about it. He stood up, half squatted in front of Cecilia, and said in a low, hoarse voice, “There are two plans now. The first is that I never see that child again, and the second is that... We take Edwin to a therapist.” Cecilia looked at Mark with wide eyes.

A small cry escaped her throat as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Mark held her hand.

He didn’t try to comfort her or stop her. He knew that she needed to have her reaction.

As Edwin's parents, it would be difficult for them to accept that their son might be mentally ill.

A long time passed.

The sun had begun setting. Its orange rays shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and gave the bedroom a golden glow, which brought out the gentleness in Cecilia's face. She asked calmly, “What's your decision, Mark?" On one side was Mark's own son, and on the other side was Paul's daughter.

‘What would Mark's choice be? When Cecilia asked, she had an idea in her mind.

If Mark chose Laura this time, no matter how much Cecilia loved Mark, Cecilia would leave with Edwin and Olivia.

Cecilia wasn't that magnanimous.

Mark squeezed her hand and answered softly, “I will never go there again.” Sad and embarrassed, Cecilia turned away.

Cecilia didn’t want to target Laura. She knew that Laura was innocent, but life just sucked.

Cecilia also didn't want Edwin to see a therapist at such a young age.

Chapter 1963 After saying that, Mark felt bad.

He stood up and went to the terrace to call Peter. After a few simple words, Mark hung up the phone.

‘When Mark came back, he found Cecilia leaning against the sofa and in a daze.

Mark walked over and held Cecilia. He gently moved her so that her head was resting on his abdomen.

He asked in a tentative tone, “Do you regret making up with me?” Cecilia didn't say anything.

She and Mark both knew that Edwin wasn't well.

Edwin felt that Mark didn’t love him. He also thought that, in Mark's heart, he was never as important as Laura.

This matter affected the atmosphere at home.

At night, Cecilia didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Mark, so she took the children back to the Fowlers’ house on that very Saturday night.

Unexpectedly...

Waylen was in the Fowlers’ house, but Rena and her children weren't there.

Seeing Waylen, Cecilia felt a little scared.

Crossing his long legs, Waylen looked at Cecilia and snorted, “What happened? Did you two fight again?” Cecilia was too abashed to say it.

sofa and grunted, “No.” Waylen held Olivia in his arms and lightly pinched her

knew you two would fight about the same thing again. Cecilia, you already have a son and a daughter. Broaden your perspective. Don't think about getting married. You two can Live together and

Korbyn'’s face darkened.

Keep your misguided ideals to yourself. You don’t need to spew them all over Cecilia” Waylen didn’t get angry.

agrees with me, though” Korbyn

time, Cecilia said gently, “I think Waylen is right,

Cecilia's eyes. She said, “I care too much, and it’s just hurting me.” Waylen handed over Olivia to Korbyn, stood up, and drawled, “I should go. Otherwise, your sister-in-law will think I'm attending to some monkey business. You know how suspicious she gets. Remember, Cecilia, you have to make a man pursue you. Stop making all the effort. Mark has hands and feet, and he's not too old to run. Make him.” Waylen believed this was all

He didn’t have Alzheimer’s.

Laura a

Mark still went to see

just couldn't do

Edwin about that? Waylen clearly remembered

It was New Year's

It was snowing.

sitting on the

fall outside, Edwin

call him a

eight years old, but Mark had already put the poor little

make

Waylen had said enough.

came here without telling Rena

Korbyn looked at his beloved

It seems that your

back together too soon, and the feeling of falling in love

felt

wanted to think

kids. The following week, Mark came to see them every other day. But he didn't talk much with Cecilia, which only widened

was the weekend again. Mark drove to

saw him,

was sitting at the door and doing his homework.

Olivia in his arms, sat beside Edwin, and asked softly,

of town filming. She will be gone for a week." Hearing this, Mark was

and wouldn't be back for a whole week?”

The servant smiled.

to see her mother go. You've come just in time. You can keep the children company.” Mark could

asked the servant to make

Edwin

that happened, Edwin had only

apologize to you for what happened that day.” Edwin just kept scribbling on his notebook with

doesn’t matter. I'm used to it” He didn’t say anything more. He just

there was something that couldn't be redeemed no matter how hard he

have developed

Edwin cared about Mark.

open his

could only swallow his bitterness and endure the cold shoulder Edwin was giving him. His kindness

take the

was

of his office, Mark thought about Edwin

week, Mark had very Little

coldness toward him, which really wasn’t born out of

to her,

that Mark was

thought for a while and

the sultry summer, there were

entire city was set alight on

to be as lively as the

Rain poured down endlessly.

dark sky, Mark decided to spend the night in his office instead of taking

millions of things were racing in his

screen showed Cecilia's

answered the phone in a

Miss Fowler's Tees weather, I can't get a doctor to come and check on him. Can you help? I can't get through to the

1967 But Mark had hung up

keys and made his way out of the office

rain whipped at him

Mark couldn't care

his car door, the rain poured

inside of his

the driver's seat and shut the door. Then, he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were no match against

appeared blurry to

to drive out in this kind of

the city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air and felling trees left and right on

halfway through

a metal rod smashed down onto the

hit the back

wheel, and the slippery road sent the car reeling for more than ten meters before Mark managed

from his

He felt dizzy, but still, he wiped the blood off his face and carefully stepped

rang two times before it

called Mark

she couldn't get a hold

to attend to Edwin, and he wasn't

1968 The storm was in

seemed as if the rainstorm were a chain, linking heaven and earth in a

a bright white light, like a fearsome

Mark's car had

invading the interior like an uninvited