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.

the car. Her assistant occupied

remained locked

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

in a low voice.

A faint

of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

underlying message

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

tenderly graced

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken,

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his

mouth but continued to

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

internal struggle did

taking Edwin in his

play with Leonel. I

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him.

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

that 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 your plans after wrapping up this

gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

gloves, fixed his gaze

stop halfway. I want

with an understanding

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

weight. A pause ensued before

the end, he simply

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

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention

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

looked at

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

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an

off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer of

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here just

“Do you think I am here to deliver

fell into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

upset when I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

I am. What’s there

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

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

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark.

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

was enticing. Cecilia also

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

once again? Mark was cognizant

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

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

exited the studio,

and offer

I’m not in my

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

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

“True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

same time,

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

Edwin’s been eagerly

turned her gaze to her

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair

go ahead. Put on

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

some point, Waylen had

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

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an

tea? You

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with

the French

taken off? Was he safe

Edwin when he was free. If

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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