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

remained

the car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched

a low voice.

A faint smile graced

hint of envy. He took a sip

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

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

graced his son’s

anticipation, queried, “When the snow

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, 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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

pensively

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving

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

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with an understanding

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

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

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

in a thin summer dress.

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught

attention to

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at

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

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an affectionate Light

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

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

here

then quipped, “Do you think I

into

tea, she savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before

am.

The gesture bore a gentleness

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 prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

it for your breaks. As the new

enticing. Cecilia

all her

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

discuss this later. For now, focus on

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

Mark exited the studio, a

coat and offer it to

I’m not

your age, it’s best to take good

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put

Laughter and

Waylen had ceased his

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

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

tea cup

tone took on an air of

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

off?

her and Edwin when he was

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

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