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.

car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

in a low voice. “Have you regained your

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip

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

the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

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

his mouth but continued

for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a

struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his

I need to talk to

pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

five years old, 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 Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil within

in the intricacies between Mark

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

Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

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

further. Mark’s departure

out earlier, around two.

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

with

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll

before he softly murmured, “I owe them

he simply sighed softly,

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

in a thin summer dress.

she remained resolutely

Mark stood,

her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

her eyes caught

too, turned their attention

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an

shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided,

tone

here

you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

you not upset when I speak

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

I am. What’s there

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl

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

Cecilia also wanted

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes

once again?

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

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

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer

not in

“At your age, it’s best

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting

At the same time, Cecilia’s

to make the best of the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

turned her gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

point, Waylen had ceased his

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

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea cup sat

on an

milk tea? You seem quite

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

milk tea, she approached the French window.

flight taken off?

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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