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.

after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

remained

car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

from him, Mark inquired in a

from Mark. A faint

hint of envy. He took

considering relinquishing everything

underlying message

about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

remained unspoken,

a candy from

his mouth

the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

did

in his arms, and

Leonel. I need to talk to

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

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

the intricacies between Mark

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

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

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

two. Waylen understood his

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

fixed his

make a pit stop halfway. I want to

with an

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

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

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

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

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

Mark stood, his gaze

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

eyes caught

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at Mark

Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather,

was handed to Cecilia.

an

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

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

you come here just for

you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak to

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged

than I am. What’s there

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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 food

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting.

the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

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

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the

exited the studio, a snowstorm

remove his coat and offer it

I’m not in

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

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

he brushed away the 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 a complete

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

the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

her gaze to

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

go ahead. Put

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

some point, Waylen

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea cup

tone took on an air

milk tea?

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family.

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

the French

off? Was

earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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