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.

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

gaze remained locked on

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

withheld nothing from Mark. A

envy.

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

the underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

mouth

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

did not

taking Edwin in his

with Leonel. I need to talk

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

family has some

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

earlier, around two.

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

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

with an

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress.

she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

Mark stood, his

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

her eyes caught sight

turned their attention

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at Mark

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

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

an

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another

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

come here

I

fell into a

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

not upset when I speak to you

for a prolonged moment before a

than I am.

The

harbored no desire to disrupt

awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you,

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia also

all her hopes on Mark,

once again? Mark was cognizant of

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

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

studio,

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

not in my

age,

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

her gaze to her

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your down

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

Waylen had

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

milk tea? You seem quite attached to

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena.

the milk tea, she approached the

taken off? Was he safe

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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