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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He took

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and

discerned the underlying

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

touch tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

mouth but

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

did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need to talk

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

five years old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days

intricacies between Mark and

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark,

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

two. Waylen

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

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

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

pause ensued before he softly murmured,

but in the end, he simply sighed

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark

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

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at

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

handed to

an affectionate Light

as he secured it in place. Gently,

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here to

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth,

when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment

I am. What’s there to be

ruffled her hair. The

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

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

resume

it for your breaks. As the new

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her

broke his promise once again? Mark was

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

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

I’m not

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but

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

the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze to

tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

go ahead. Put

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

Waylen had ceased

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

milk tea

tone took on an

the milk tea?

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

approached the French

flight taken off? Was

Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he

she

The call connected…

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