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.

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

remained locked on

car

Mark found Waylen perched on

a low voice. “Have you regained

Mark. A faint smile

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

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

underlying message in Waylen’s

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

tenderly graced his son’s

“When the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

mouth but continued to

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

internal struggle did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I need

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

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

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has

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

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

And make a pit stop halfway. I

with

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

ensued before

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

of snow. Chilling gusts swept

the heating was absent. 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

remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark stood, his

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

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

looked at

of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

an

shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place.

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

come here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth,

I

on her for a prolonged moment before a

I am.

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

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

up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s

were poised to resume

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

was enticing. Cecilia

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on

broke his promise once again? Mark

and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

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

exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

not in

age,

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

Waylen was engrossed

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

her gaze to

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on your

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

point, Waylen

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

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell

milk tea cup sat

tone took on

buy you the milk tea? You

silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family.

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

approached the French

flight taken off?

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 with

she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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