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.

carried Olivia to the sofa and grunted, “No.” Waylen held Olivia in his arms and lightly

would fight about the same thing again. Cecilia, you already have a son and a daughter. Broaden your perspective. Don't think about getting

Korbyn'’s face darkened.

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

with me,

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

attending to some monkey business. You know how suspicious she gets. Remember, Cecilia, you have to make

He didn’t have Alzheimer’s.

he went to the hospital to visit Laura a

still went to see

Mark just couldn't do even

about that? Waylen clearly

was

It was snowing.

been sitting

snow fall outside, Edwin had waited

call him a silly

but Mark had already put the poor little boy through enough heartbreak

he had to make it up to not only

Waylen had said enough.

came here without telling Rena so he

Waylen left, Korbyn looked

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

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

felt even more upset than

to

Mark came to see them every other day. But he didn't talk much with Cecilia,

Mark drove to the

Olivia saw him, she ran

at the door and doing

sat beside Edwin, and asked softly, “Where's

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

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

The servant smiled.

When her mother left, little Olivia 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 only

make Olivia a cup of

Mark helped Edwin with

had only

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

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

something that couldn't be redeemed no

have developed a psychological defense

Edwin cared about Mark.

open

disappointed, but at this point, he could only swallow his bitterness and endure the cold

weekend, Edwin didn't take the initiative to speak to

was

in front of the French window of his office, Mark

over a week, Mark had very Little contact with

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

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

said that Mark was

and found that

sultry summer, there

city

seemed to be as lively as the

Rain poured down endlessly.

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

millions of things were racing in his mind, his phone

screen showed

answered the phone in a

on the other end of the line said 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

1967 But Mark had hung up

keys and made his way out of the

wind and rain whipped at him relentlessly, rendering his umbrella

Mark couldn't care

he opened his car door,

his car also

the door. Then, he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were no match

ahead appeared blurry to

to drive

air and felling trees left and right

was already halfway

down onto the car out of

the

wheel, and the slippery road sent the car reeling for more than ten meters before Mark managed to pump the brakes. He subsequently hit his head on the

oozed from his

still, he wiped the blood off his face and carefully stepped on the

phone rang two times before it went

Cecilia called

she couldn't get a hold

to

1968 The storm

chain, linking heaven and

pierced by a bright white light, like a fearsome tear had appeared

roof of Mark's car had given in to the

the interior