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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done,

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

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

tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

the candy in his mouth but

to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

with Leonel. I

pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up this

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has

I’m considering revitalizing these

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

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

stop halfway.

with

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

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

snow. Chilling

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

she remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught

their attention to

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at

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

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an

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

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

come here just for

then quipped, “Do you think I am

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged

than I am. What’s there to be

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

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 Czanch

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

Cecilia

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

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

studio, a

his coat and offer it to

I’m not in my

your age, it’s best to

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

himself, “True, I may be getting old,

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

best of

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

Waylen was engrossed

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

turned her gaze to

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his

Put on your

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

point, Waylen

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea cup

on

the milk tea? You

choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait

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

the French window. Outside, the snowfall

flight taken off? Was

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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