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 assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

remained locked

car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A

of envy. He took a sip of

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

the underlying message in

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

tenderly graced

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his

mouth

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters

struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and

Leonel. I need to talk to your

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

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,

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two.

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

his leather gloves, fixed his

studio. And make a pit stop halfway.

with an understanding

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

ensued before he softly murmured,

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant

she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood,

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

caught sight

attention to this

and, speaking in hushed

looked at

cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

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

here just

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

into a

tea, she savored its

you not upset when I speak

prolonged moment before a smile graced his

I am. What’s there to be upset

The

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting 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 ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and

Cecilia also wanted

her

promise once again? Mark

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

Mark exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer

need. I’m not in

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

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

At the same time,

to make the best of the situation, eventually

her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and

was engrossed in his laptop,

Edwin’s

her gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

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

milk tea cup

took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem

lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

flight taken off? Was

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time with

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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