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 the front, a

remained

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low voice.

A faint smile graced his

felt a hint of envy.

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

underlying message in

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

graced his son’s

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen,

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

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

set out earlier, around two.

heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway.

with an understanding

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly,

snow. Chilling gusts swept

the studio, the 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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt

eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at Mark

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

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

his eyes, an

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia

you come here

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here

fell into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

you not upset when I speak to

a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am.

her hair. The gesture

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

a hush as he continued, “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

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

for your breaks. As the new year

Cecilia also wanted

her hopes on Mark,

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

murmured, “We can discuss this

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare.

the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

“At your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

the best of the situation,

assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed

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

turned her gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

some point, Waylen

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze

tea cup sat

on an air of

tea?

choosing silence. She feared

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for

with Rena. Cecilia

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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