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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant

gaze remained locked

car vanished

Mark found

inquired in a low voice. “Have you

A faint smile

envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

underlying

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

internal struggle did not

taking Edwin in his

with Leonel. I need to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

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 mood, could sense the turmoil

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

Cecilia might 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 plans after

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has some

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving

Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen understood

heavy snow. As he stepped into the

fixed his gaze forward with his

And make a pit stop halfway.

away with

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

A pause ensued before he softly

comfort, but in the end, he simply

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

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the

remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark

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

eyes caught sight of

attention to this gentleman of dignified

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

at Mark

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some

was handed to Cecilia.

his eyes, an

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here just

you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

when I speak to you

prolonged moment

I am. What’s there

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

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

care of and him. He’s prone to

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

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

her hopes on Mark, she also had

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

hair and murmured, “We can discuss

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

exited the studio, a

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same

make the best of the situation, eventually completing

declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen

engrossed in

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

gaze

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

Put

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

Waylen

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

yet Waylen longed for her to retain

tea cup

on an air of

milk tea? You seem quite attached to

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off?

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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