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.

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

remained locked

car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

A faint smile graced

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

touch tenderly graced

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his

in his mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

I need to

Nevertheless, he

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

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

a cup of tea for Mark, After a

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has

I’m considering revitalizing these

Mark’s departure

around two. Waylen

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

fixed his gaze forward with

stop halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an understanding

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

before he softly murmured,

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood, his

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

eyes caught sight of

their attention to this

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

his eyes, an affectionate Light

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

you come here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

its warmth, its

you not upset when I

on her for a prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s there to be

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

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 and cooking

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark.

murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia also

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

discuss

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

Mark exited the studio,

to remove his coat and offer it to

need. I’m not in my

“At your age, it’s best to take good care

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but

his emotions deep. At the same time,

best of the situation, eventually completing the

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

Waylen was engrossed

tonight. Edwin’s been

her gaze to

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his

Put

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

some point, Waylen had ceased

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence,

tea cup

took on an

milk tea? You

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

with Rena. Cecilia was

she approached the French window. Outside, the

taken off? Was

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 would

contemplation, she

The call connected…

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