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 young boy likely from the

gaze remained

car vanished

Mark found

in a low voice.

A faint

envy. He

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

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

graced

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

play with Leonel. I need to talk

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

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.

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

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

gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and

has

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

earlier, around two. Waylen

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

with

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

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

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

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

studio, 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 focused on checking

Mark stood, his

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for

eyes caught sight of

turned their attention

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

looked at

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

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an affectionate Light

draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer of

of reproach, his tone remained

you come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

you not upset when I speak to you that

her for a prolonged moment before

am. What’s there

The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to

resume shooting. Pearl

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

Cecilia also wanted to

place all her hopes on Mark, she

promise once again?

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

bit longer. Opportunities

studio, a

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

not in

grin, “At your age, it’s best to

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

the best of the

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa

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

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

her gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

go ahead. Put on

fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen had ceased

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then

milk tea

tone took on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

approached the French window.

taken off? Was he safe

conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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