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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front,

remained

the car

hall, Mark found

a low voice. “Have you regained

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

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

everything for Cecilia,

the underlying

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

graced his son’s

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken, shrouded

his lap, retrieved a candy

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

in the joy of making his son happy. But

struggle did not

taking Edwin in

I

tender features. Nevertheless,

than a few days with him.

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

personally poured a cup of

Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has

to manage them effectively. I’m considering

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

two. Waylen understood his reasons all

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

pit stop halfway.

pulled away with an understanding

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

before he softly murmured, “I

but in the end, he simply sighed softly,

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

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 her in a

remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

it was essential for

caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

at

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

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

an

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here

quipped, “Do you think I

into

savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak to

for a prolonged

younger than I am. What’s

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

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

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

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

can discuss this later.

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

the studio, a

offer it to Mark,

not

age,

gaffe, Peter

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

deep. At the same time,

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

engrossed

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

gaze to

her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on

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

Waylen had ceased

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

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea cup sat

on an air

buy you the milk tea?

silence. She feared

cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

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

tea, she approached the French

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

she dialed

The call connected…

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