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

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

discerned the underlying

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

tenderly graced his son’s

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken, shrouded

candy from his pocket, and presented

in his mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need

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

spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and

family has

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

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

stop halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an

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

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

in the end, he simply

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark

that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this

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

looked at

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

eyes, an

he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

a hint of reproach, his tone

here just

quipped, “Do you think I

into a

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

you not upset when I

a prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s there to be

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

“Wrap 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

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

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

enticing. Cecilia

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

murmured, “We can discuss this

bit longer. Opportunities to see

studio,

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

I’m not

grin, “At your age,

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

settled 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 wife

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

herself to make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen

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

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

gaze

pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and

Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

changed

to retain her innocence, shielded

milk tea

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena.

the milk tea, she approached the

flight taken off? Was he safe

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

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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