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.

Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

in a low

Mark. A faint smile graced

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and

the underlying message in

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning

graced his

queried, “When the snow gets

remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy

mouth

yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart,

did

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t

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

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

gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease on

Mark further. Mark’s

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

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

halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

he simply sighed softly, realizing

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood,

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her

her eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at

distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an

off his coat and 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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her

you come here

you think I am here

into a contemplative

she savored its warmth, its

I speak to

a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

younger than I am. What’s there to

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever.

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

once again? Mark was

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

bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

the studio,

coat and offer it to Mark, had his

not

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same

best of the

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair

Put on your

Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

longed for her to retain her innocence,

milk tea

on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a

with Rena.

the French window. Outside,

Mark’s flight taken off?

regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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