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 assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low voice.

from Mark. A faint

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a

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

discerned the underlying

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

graced his

the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

his mouth but continued

the joy of making his son happy. But he needed

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

a pit stop halfway. I want

with

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

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

in the end, he simply

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

stood in a thin summer dress. The

she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark

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

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at

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

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an affectionate Light

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

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

come here just for

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

into a contemplative

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

I

for a prolonged moment before

much younger than I am. What’s there

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

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

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

broke his promise once again?

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

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

the studio,

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

not in

“At your age, it’s best

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

gaze to her

he pleaded, “I want to play

Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his hair

Put

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen had

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

her to retain

milk tea

tone took on

Mark buy you the milk tea?

lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you

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

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would

much contemplation, she

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