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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

remained

the car

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

the underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build

unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from his

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

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

with Leonel. I need to

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

than a few

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause,

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

family has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for

two.

he stepped into the waiting

leather gloves, fixed his gaze

a pit stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with

visit Cecilia.

before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

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

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

remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark

though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

eyes caught

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

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

you come here

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into a contemplative

savored its warmth, its

you not upset when I

prolonged moment

much younger than I am.

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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 and cooking

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

Cecilia also wanted

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

can discuss this

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

studio, a snowstorm

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

not in my

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in

gaze to

tone, he pleaded, “I want

Cecilia

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put

heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

point, Waylen

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup sat

on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached

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

and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

the French window. Outside, the snowfall

flight taken off?

visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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