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.

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

remained locked on

the car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched on a

in a low voice.

Mark. A faint smile graced his

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

the underlying

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

graced his

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

response remained unspoken, shrouded

lap, retrieved a candy

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did not evade

Edwin in

play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

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,

in the intricacies between

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

pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

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

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

around two. Waylen

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

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

a pit stop halfway. I want

away with

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

ensued before he softly murmured, “I

the end, he

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped

remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood,

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for

caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

at Mark

a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please

tea was handed to Cecilia.

an affectionate Light

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into

its warmth, its comfort diffusing

upset when I speak to

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s there to

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

no desire to disrupt the serene

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

momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

“We can discuss

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

studio,

coat and offer it to Mark,

not in

grin, “At your age, it’s best to

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

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

the best of the situation,

assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

engrossed in his laptop,

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

her gaze

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on your

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

Waylen had ceased

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

tea

took on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite

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

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

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

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

approached the French

flight taken off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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