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

remained locked

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found

a low voice. “Have you regained

Mark. A

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip

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

the underlying message

about him. His cheeks held

touch tenderly graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken, shrouded

candy from his

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

in the joy of making his son happy. But

internal struggle did not evade

Edwin in his

Leonel. I need to

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

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball

he 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

Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

he set out earlier, around two.

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

stop halfway. I

away with

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be

weight. A pause ensued before he

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

caught sight

too, turned their attention

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

at

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

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

his eyes, an affectionate

secured it in

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here

“Do you think I am here to

into a contemplative

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

when I speak

for a prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s

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

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you,

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

breaks. As the new

was enticing. Cecilia

could place all her hopes on Mark,

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

murmured, “We can discuss

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

studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not in my

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age,

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

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

At the same time,

make the best of the

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

her gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased

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

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain

tea cup sat

took on

tea?

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you

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

milk tea, she approached the French

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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