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.

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

remained locked on

the car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

in a low

Mark. A faint smile graced his

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

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

the underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced

the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

his mouth

in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

internal struggle did not evade

Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to talk

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight.

between Mark and Cecilia. Their

heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

family has some

considering revitalizing these

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with

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

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

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

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

remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his

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

caught

turned their attention to

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

cups 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 hot milk

of steaming milk tea was handed to

eyes, an affectionate

as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

here just

you think I am

fell into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

I

on her for a prolonged moment before

much younger than I am. What’s there to

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

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

eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward

it for your breaks. As the new

enticing. Cecilia also

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,

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

the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer

need. I’m not

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

was left speechless. Recognizing 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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

exerted herself to make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

her gaze

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his

ahead. Put on your down

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

Waylen had ceased

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

for her to retain her

tea cup

on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

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

afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was he

earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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