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

remained locked on

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

nothing from Mark. A faint

of envy. He

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

underlying

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

tenderly graced

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken,

retrieved a candy from his pocket,

placed the candy in his mouth but

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at

did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his

play with Leonel. I

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

than a

the intricacies between Mark

poured a cup of tea for

pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

I’m considering revitalizing these

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an

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

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

the end, he simply

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood,

though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

caught sight

their attention

speaking in hushed tones, queried

at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old

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

come here just for

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged moment before

much younger than I am. What’s there to

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

was enticing. Cecilia

all her hopes on Mark,

again? Mark was

discuss this

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

the studio, a

and offer

need. I’m not in my

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

himself, “True, I may be getting old,

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

of the situation,

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

her gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his

go ahead. Put

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

Waylen

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

longed for her to retain her innocence,

milk tea cup

took on an air of

tea? You

lips, choosing silence. She feared

and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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