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.

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

remained

the car

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

Mark. A faint smile graced his

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

everything for Cecilia,

the underlying message

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

graced his son’s

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

unspoken, shrouded

candy from his

in his mouth but

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

did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball

in the intricacies between Mark

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has some

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

around two. Waylen

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze

studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I

with

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

he simply sighed softly,

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her in a

cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark

that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

her eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

at Mark

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate

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 reproach, his tone

come here just for

you think I am here to deliver

fell into a

she savored its warmth, its comfort

not upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment

I am. What’s there to

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

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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 nutritious

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

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

Cecilia also wanted to

place all her hopes on Mark, she

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it

I’m not in

age, it’s best to take good care

Peter opened the

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife

same time, Cecilia’s

of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

turned her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair and

ahead. Put on your down

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in

some point, Waylen had ceased

his sister in silence, he recognized 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

milk tea

took on an

buy you the milk tea? You

silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

she approached the

taken off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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