A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1451-1460

Juliette and Korbyn, accustomed to their affection, barely blinked at the display downstairs.

Yet, another figure was present.

It was Mark.

Snow dusted the man as he entered, his gaze capturing the charged scene. His scoff dripped with sarcasm as he said, “Ah, Waylen, age hasn’t diminished your romance.”

Unbeknownst to all, Waylen’s memories had fully returned.

Seating Rena gently, Waylen said with a smile, “Mark, I’m only 35.”

Mark’s unease was palpable.

Waylen’s gaze shifted to Edwin, perched at the table. Edwin’s timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing Mark as Dad.

With a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head, Waylen inquired.

“Your great uncle is here. Why not greet him?”

Edwin, his voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark as great uncle.

Mark’s hand ruffled Edwin’s hair as he chuckled.

A searching Look passed between Mark and Waylen. Concealment might work with others, but not with Mark. Did Waylen have something on his mind?

Mark didn’t make it clear when Waylen wanted to spice things up.

He skillfully steered the conversation while seated beside Cecilia. His voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve been swamped Lately. I only have a short break, so I came to see you. I’ve got a flight to catch later.”

Should he miss the plane, a long car ride would await.

Cecilia, her response unvoiced, remained silent.

Months prior, Mark had prepared a house for them. At the time, Cecilia had been ready to accept his proposal, the pain of the past seemingly abated. Yet, constant work had forestalled their happiness.

Endless waiting had gradually eroded her faith.

Mark understood, yet the present setting allowed no room for such discussions.

As the family savored dinner and conversation flowed, Waylen’s attentiveness to Rena struck Mark’s heart with a pang of envy of having a complete family. Despite their trials, they remained united.

Mark longed for the same with Cecilia.

A hint of solitude crept over him.

Edwin fetched a morsel of food for Mark, urging, “Dad, let’s eat.”

Mark’s heart softened. A tender touch graced his son’s shoulder, before his gaze sought Cecilia’s.

Cecilia feigned ignorance.

As dinner concluded, Cecilia readied herself for a commercial shoot, her assistant waiting in the car.

Mark, positioned within the bathroom, obstructed her path.

He Looked at her stunning face, and his voice emerged hoarse, a plea tinged with urgency.

“Can’t you adjust your schedule? We have such a rare opportunity to meet.”

Cecilia, tending to her Lipstick, turned and Lightly pushed him. “I’LL be late.”

Mark persisted.

He enclosed her within his arm, Locking the bathroom door behind them.

Cecilia’s efforts to resist were futile.

She leaned against the wall, her gaze distant.

Soft-spoken words drifted from her lips, laden with an undertone of resignation. “Mark, you’re always consumed by obligations. You probably can’t even recall our son’s birthday. I know in your eyes, my work is unimportant, so I should cooperate with you unconditionally. If I have to put off my work once you come, do you know how many favors I will owe others? Mark, you won’t think about it at all. You don’t care about my feelings at all.”

Emotions perhaps unrevealed, Cecilia voiced her thoughts, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Enriching herself seemed wiser than waiting for Mark.

Edwin needed her guidance too.

Mark’s gaze was profound.

He stood defenseless, recognizing that the young girl who once clung to him had matured significantly.

But he longed for the simplicity she had exuded.

Cecilia’s melancholy registered. She was loath to quarrel with him.

Her head bowed, a whisper broke from her lips. “I’m leaving. When will you leave?” She shifted her focus to Edwin, her voice softening. “If you have time, accompany Edwin to play. At his age, he should be in kindergarten. You can’t imagine how much he envies Alexis and Leonel.”

Mark’s heart twinged.

Cecilia’s departure was forestalled by Mark’s grasp, his hand producing a cigarette.

Only half of it was smoked before it was snuffed out.

His Lips descended upon hers in a deep, intense kiss, laden with a yearning that lingered in the air.

Initially resistant, Cecilia’s resistance gradually softened.

But her eyes glistened with tears.

Mark desisted, his forehead meeting hers, his touch tender as he smoothed her dress.

He had failed her, burdening her with enough pain.

The year’s end loomed with a looming project deadline, yet Mark shied away from making promises he feared he couldn’t keep.

After a lengthy silence, he murmured, “Don’t let Edwin see this. He might think I’m picking on you.”

Cecilia’s frustration materialized in a playful punch to his shoulder.

Pushing the door ajar, she departed.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

gaze remained

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

underlying message in Waylen’s

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

graced his

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken,

candy from his pocket,

his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his

internal struggle did

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I

pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped

she remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark

might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

her eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman of

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at Mark

addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

to Cecilia. Clasping

an

draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here

I am here

into a

she savored its warmth, its

when I speak

on her for a prolonged

than I am. What’s there to be

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer it to Mark, had

not in

“At your age, it’s best to take good

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

raising his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put

Laughter and

point, Waylen had

changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

the

off? Was

conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back

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