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

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

A faint smile

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

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done,

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,

touch tenderly graced his

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

unspoken,

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

the candy in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did

in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few

between

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen

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

his gaze forward with

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

pulled away with an

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

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 promptly

remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught

attention to this

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

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

handed to

his eyes, an affectionate Light

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

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

you come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

when I speak to you that

her for a prolonged

younger than I am. What’s

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

no desire to disrupt

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 Czanch

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

again? Mark was cognizant of

“We can discuss this

lingered a bit longer.

Mark exited the studio,

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in my

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

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

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually

ever adept with people, personally paid for the

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

was engrossed

tonight. Edwin’s been

gaze

he pleaded, “I

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

Put on

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

some point, Waylen had ceased

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

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

milk tea cup

took on an air of

milk tea? You

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

taken off?

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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