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A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1880
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Mark’s smile was a quiet promise.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

A servant was quick to bring Mark a chair and prepare tea for him.

Requesting a glass of water instead, Mark caught Edwin’s fleeting glance before the boy returned to his work.

Time passed as Mark kept Edwin company.

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However, Mark soon sensed that something was amiss. Edwin, usually a bright student, stumbled through the next two pages, getting nearly half of the questions wrong.

Noticing Edwin’s reddening face, Mark pieced it together.

Oh, what a silly kid!

But Mark kept his realization unvoiced, choosing instead to guide Edwin through each incorrect answer, causing Edwin’s eyes to twinkle with understanding.

The servant couldn’t help but remark, “Edwin’s a sharp one.”

Mark’s smile didn’t waver.

“Indeed, he’s quite the brain.”

Caught in the praise, Edwin’s face colored even more.

Just then, Cecilia made her way downstairs, Olivia cradled in her arms, in search of some milk powder.

She didn’t expect to find Mark there.

Mark’s visit was intended to pick up Edwin as well as have a conversation with Cecilia.

But this wasn’t the right moment for a chat.

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Mark extended his arms to take Olivia. Feeling her forehead, he found her fever had subsided.

As any loving father would, Mark cherished his little girl, showering her soft cheeks with gentle kisses. The tender scene nearly brought tears to Cecilia’s eyes. She spun around, heading off to prepare some milk.

Sensing the mood, the servant discreetly exited the room.

With Olivia snug in his arms, Mark sat, only to be joined by Edwin, eager to engage with his little sister.

Cecilia soon returned, milk in hand, and passed it to Mark.

Settling on the sofa, Mark cradled Olivia as she clutched her bottle, sipping quietly. Despite still being clad in his business suit, he didn’t seem out of sorts.

It was as if his knack for childcare was instinctive.