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.

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

remained

the car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

from him, Mark inquired in a

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

envy. He took

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the

underlying message in Waylen’s

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

graced his son’s

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

remained unspoken, shrouded

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to

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

did

in his arms, and patted

I need to talk to

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

already 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 to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil within

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

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

pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway. I want

away with

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

comfort, but in the end, he

a blanket of snow. Chilling

shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood, his gaze

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to

caught sight of

attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

looked at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

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

here

“Do you think I am here to

fell into

milk tea, she savored its

when I

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

I am. What’s there to

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

harbored no desire

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

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

Cecilia

place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her

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

“We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

exited the studio,

poised to remove his coat and offer

I’m not in my

a grin, “At your age,

gaffe, Peter opened the

“True, I may be getting

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his

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

turned her gaze to her

pleaded,

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his

go ahead. Put on your

heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

some point, Waylen had ceased

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

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

tea cup sat

tone took on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

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

the French window. Outside, the snowfall

flight taken off? Was

time to visit her and Edwin

she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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