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.

the sofa and grunted, “No.” Waylen held Olivia in

perspective. Don't think about getting married. You two can Live

Korbyn'’s face darkened.

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

she agrees with me, though”

“I think Waylen is right, Dad.” Waylen smirked and shrugged

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

He didn’t have Alzheimer’s.

Laura a few years ago and lost Edwin for

still went to see Laura this

things Mark just couldn't do even if Cecilia said

about that? Waylen

was New Year's

It was snowing.

been sitting on the

fall outside, Edwin had waited patiently for

to hear Mark call him a silly boy

eight years old, but Mark had already put

father, and he had to make it up

Waylen had said enough.

without telling Rena so he had

left, Korbyn looked at his beloved

seems that... It seems that your brother is right.” Cecilia nodded

and Mark got back together too soon, and the feeling of falling in love all over again was

Now she felt even more upset

wanted to think for

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

weekend again. Mark drove to

Olivia saw him, she ran

was sitting at the door and doing his homework.

entered the house with Olivia in his arms, sat beside Edwin, and

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

a film and wouldn't be back

The servant smiled.

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

asked the servant to make Olivia a

helped Edwin

happened, Edwin had only gone colder and colder to his

“I should apologize to you for what happened that day.” Edwin

to it” He didn’t say anything more. He just sat there and silently

couldn't be redeemed

to have developed

Edwin cared about Mark.

would no longer open

endure the cold

weekend, Edwin didn't take the initiative

it was

French window of his

week, Mark had very Little

which really wasn’t born out of dislike. It was just that they'd been having

things up to her, and

that Mark was too

and found that

the sultry summer,

city was

be as lively as

Rain poured down endlessly.

the night

things were racing

showed

answered the phone in

and check on him. Can you help? I can't get through to the Fowler villa as well. They might not

1967 But Mark had

his car keys and made his way out of the office

rain whipped at him relentlessly, rendering his umbrella virtually useless.

Mark couldn't

opened his car door, the rain poured into

of his car

the door. Then, he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest

ahead appeared blurry to

safe to drive out in

and strong wind swept through every inch of the city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air and felling trees left and right on the road. The sky was so dark that everything underneath it

was already halfway through to

rod smashed down onto the car out of

hit the back

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

oozed from

still, he wiped the blood off his

two times before it went

Cecilia called Mark

she couldn't get

the inclement weather to attend

The storm was

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

a bright white light, like a fearsome

of Mark's car had given

was invading the interior