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 occupied the front,

remained

car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched on

inquired in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A

envy. He took a

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

underlying

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

graced his

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

unspoken,

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

his mouth but continued

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

struggle did

in his arms,

Leonel. I

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

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

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has some

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering

Mark’s departure was scheduled

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

fixed his gaze

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

with

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

pause ensued before

in the end, he

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood, his gaze

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

her eyes caught sight

their attention to this gentleman

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at Mark

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather,

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

eyes, an affectionate

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

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

you come here

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into

milk tea, she savored its

when I speak to you

her for a prolonged moment before

younger than I am. What’s there

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

him. He’s prone

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

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

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

again? Mark was cognizant

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer

I’m not

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

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

to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

turned her gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair

ahead. Put on your down

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

some point, Waylen had ceased

much Cecilia had changed over the

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

milk tea cup sat

took on

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of

“Waylen.”

cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a

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

she approached the French window.

taken off? Was he safe

to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she

she

The call connected…

back her

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