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 young boy

gaze remained

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A faint smile graced

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

discerned the underlying message

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

graced his son’s

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

mouth but continued to gaze

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

internal struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I need to talk to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as 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

in the intricacies between Mark and

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 wrapping up

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

two. Waylen understood

into the

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

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

with

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

ensued before he

but in the end, he

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

in a thin summer dress. The moment

resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

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

at Mark

Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

an affectionate

touch tender as he secured it in place.

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here just for

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

into

milk tea, she savored its

you not upset when I speak to you that

prolonged moment before

much younger than I am. What’s there to be

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

touch so tender, 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

Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

new year

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

broke his promise once again? Mark was

and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

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

the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it to Mark,

not in my

age, it’s best to

Peter opened

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

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

make the best of the situation,

declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, 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

couch, Waylen was engrossed

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

turned her gaze to her

her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put on your down

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

Waylen had ceased

in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell

tea cup

took on an air

tea?

silence. She

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena.

she approached the French window. Outside, the

off? Was he safe

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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