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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained locked on

the car

Mark found Waylen perched on

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint

envy. He took a sip of

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

the underlying

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

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken,

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

his mouth but continued to

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

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I need

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

a few days with

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and

might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause,

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has some

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

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

set out earlier, around two. Waylen

snow. As he stepped into the

fixed his gaze forward with his

a pit stop halfway. I want to

away with

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

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

Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood,

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

caught sight

their attention to this

hushed tones, queried

looked at

milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

his eyes, an

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

fell into a

savored its

not upset when I speak to

a prolonged moment

much younger than I am. What’s there

The gesture

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

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

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

As the new year

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

all her hopes on Mark, she also

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on

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

the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it to Mark,

I’m not in

“At your age, it’s best to take good care

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

settled in, he brushed away the 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

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching

engrossed in his

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

turned her gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair and

Put on your

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

Waylen had ceased his

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

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

tea cup

tone took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea?

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for

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

approached the French window. Outside, the

taken off? Was he safe

had taken the 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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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