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 assistant occupied

remained locked on

the car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

from him, Mark inquired in a

from Mark. A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

discerned the underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced

the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters

did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms,

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are

pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an understanding

Cecilia. Lightly

before he softly

in the end, he simply sighed

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood,

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

her eyes caught

too, turned their attention to

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

at

distributed 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

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

his eyes, an

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

come here

I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into

tea, she savored its

I speak to you that

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before

younger than I am. What’s there to be

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

harbored no desire to

Ensure you take care of and him.

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

enticing. Cecilia also

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

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

discuss this

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

studio, a snowstorm had

offer it to Mark, had

not

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age,

Peter opened the car

settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

deep. At the same time,

to make the best of the situation,

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

her gaze to

he pleaded, “I want to

Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his

ahead. Put on

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen had ceased

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea cup sat

took on an air of

tea? You seem quite

her lips, choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

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

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

the milk tea, she approached the French window.

flight taken off? Was he safe

the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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