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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

gaze remained

car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He

if you’re considering relinquishing everything

underlying message in

him. His cheeks held a

tenderly graced his

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken, shrouded in

candy from his pocket, and presented

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

struggle did not

Edwin in

and play with Leonel. I need to

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

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

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

reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your

Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

family has

I’m considering

Mark further. Mark’s departure

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I

with an understanding

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll

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

the end, he simply sighed

Chilling

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight

turned their attention

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at Mark

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 the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here just

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

into a contemplative

she savored its warmth,

I speak to you that

prolonged moment before a smile

am. What’s there to be

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

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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

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

relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new

Cecilia also wanted

all her hopes on Mark, she also

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

discuss this later.

Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

the studio, a

offer it to Mark,

not in

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

his gaffe, Peter opened

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

his emotions deep. At the same

herself to make the best of the situation,

the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

was engrossed in

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

gaze to

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his

go ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen had ceased

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air

buy you the milk tea? You

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

off? Was

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free.

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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