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.

Waylen held Olivia in his arms and lightly

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 separate when necessary. It's actually perfect.” Descending the staircase, Korbyn happened to hear

Korbyn'’s face darkened.

the hell are you teaching your sister, Waylen? Keep your misguided ideals to yourself. You don’t need to spew them

agrees with me,

time, Cecilia said gently, “I think Waylen is right, Dad.” Waylen smirked and shrugged

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,

He didn’t have Alzheimer’s.

Laura a few years ago and lost Edwin

still went

were things Mark just couldn't do even if Cecilia

about that? Waylen clearly remembered

It was

It was snowing.

had been sitting

outside, Edwin had

to hear Mark call him a

had already put the poor little boy through

to make it up to not

Waylen had said enough.

here without telling Rena so he

left, Korbyn looked at his beloved

his throat and started, “It seems that... It seems that your brother is right.” Cecilia nodded in

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

she felt even

to think

the kids. The following week, Mark came to see them every other day. But he didn't talk

weekend again. Mark drove to

saw him,

the door and doing his homework.

house with Olivia in his arms, sat beside Edwin, and asked softly, “Where's your mom?” Edwin didn’t

of the servants who was watching the children said, “She is out of town filming. She will be

wouldn't be back for a whole week?” She had never told

The servant smiled.

She was sad to see her mother go. You've come just in time. You can keep the children

asked the servant to make Olivia a cup of chamomile

helped Edwin with

that happened, Edwin had only gone colder and

at Edwin in silence, Mark said, “I should apologize to you for what happened that day.” Edwin just kept scribbling on his notebook

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

something that couldn't be

developed a psychological defense against

Edwin cared about Mark.

he would no longer open his heart to him

the cold shoulder

Edwin didn't take the initiative to speak to

it was Monday

window of

Mark had very Little contact

He could feel Cecilia's coldness toward him, which really wasn’t born out of dislike. It was just that they'd been having

how to make things up to her, and she didn’t know how to

Mark was

while and found that she

the sultry summer, there were many

lightning flashed and thunder clapped, and the entire city was set alight on

seemed to be as lively as the

Rain poured down endlessly.

spend the night in his office instead of taking the

of things were racing in his mind, his

screen showed Cecilia's

answered the phone in a

panicked tone, “Mr. Evans, are you in Duefron? Edwin and Olivia are here in 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 Fowler villa as well. They might not be getting

Mark had hung

and made his way out

parked in the open parking lot outside. The wind and rain whipped at him relentlessly, rendering his umbrella virtually useless. When he finally reached his

Mark couldn't

door, the rain poured into

of his car also got

and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were

ahead appeared

drive out

into the air and felling trees left

halfway

a metal rod smashed down onto the car out

the

more than ten meters before Mark managed to pump the brakes. He subsequently hit his

oozed from his

but still, he wiped the blood off his face and carefully

two times before it

called Mark

she couldn't get

the inclement weather to attend to Edwin, and he wasn't picking

storm was in

were a chain, linking heaven and

distance, the dark sky was pierced by a bright white light, like a fearsome

Mark's car had given in to

interior like