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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

remained

car

Mark found Waylen perched on

in a low voice. “Have you regained

nothing from Mark. A

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

the underlying message in Waylen’s

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

graced his

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

unspoken,

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did

taking Edwin in his arms, and

I need to talk to

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s

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

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has some

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

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

with an

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

but in the end, he

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood,

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

caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

looked at

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

to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an affectionate

as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here

fell into a contemplative

she savored its warmth,

I

lingered on her for a prolonged

am. What’s there to be upset

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

“Wrap 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

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

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

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

place all her hopes on Mark,

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

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

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

studio, a snowstorm had

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

I’m not in

quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best

Peter opened the

himself, “True,

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

of

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed

raising his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

gaze to

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put on

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

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

tea cup sat

took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

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

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was

hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier 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 have spent more

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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