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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

remained

the car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched on

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A

felt a hint of envy. He took

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced

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

remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy

mouth but

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

did

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him.

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

the waiting car, Peter

leather gloves, fixed his gaze

a pit stop halfway. I want

with

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before

the end, he

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her in a

remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark

was essential for her

caught sight

turned their attention

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at

the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come

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

his eyes, an

shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

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

you come here

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

fell into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

I speak

prolonged moment before a smile graced

I am. What’s there to be

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

Cecilia harbored no desire

dipped to a 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 and cooking nutritious

cameras were poised to resume

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

Cecilia

place all her hopes on

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

exited the studio, a

offer it to Mark, had his

not

with a grin, “At your age, it’s

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and

At the same

make the best of the situation,

ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

Waylen was engrossed in his

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

go ahead. Put on your

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

Waylen

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

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup sat

on an

the milk tea? You seem quite attached

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you

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

the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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