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 entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

the underlying

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

tenderly graced

the snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but

making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude

struggle did not evade

Edwin in his arms,

play with Leonel. I need to

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark’s

out earlier, around two. Waylen

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

his gaze

stop halfway. I want

away with an

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

he simply sighed softly, realizing

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

the doorway, Mark stood,

that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

an affectionate

he secured it in place. Gently,

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

you come here

I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

upset when I speak to

a prolonged moment before

am. What’s there to be upset

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

dipped to a hush 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. As for you, remember to have ginger

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

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

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

her hopes

promise once again? Mark was cognizant

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

the studio, a snowstorm

and offer

I’m not in

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

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

himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and

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

best of the situation, eventually completing

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze

pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair

Put

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

some point, Waylen had ceased

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

her to retain her

milk tea

on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

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

the French window. Outside, the snowfall

flight taken off? Was he safe

time to visit her and Edwin when he

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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