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 assistant occupied the front, a young boy

remained locked

the car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

inquired in a

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying message in Waylen’s

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

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken,

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

his mouth but continued to gaze at

yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But

struggle did not

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

play with Leonel. I need to

Nevertheless,

had failed to spend more than a few days with

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

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

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

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

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

fixed his gaze forward

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

away with an

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

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

offering comfort, but in the end, he

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at

and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

an affectionate Light

shrugged off his coat 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 add another layer

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

come here

quipped, “Do you think I

into a

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

not upset when I

her for a prolonged

am. What’s there to

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

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet,

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark,

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

“We can discuss this later. For now, focus

a bit longer. Opportunities to

the studio, a snowstorm had

poised to remove his coat and offer it to

need. I’m not

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

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

best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze to

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

ahead. Put on your

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

Waylen had ceased his

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

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

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

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

with

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off?

and Edwin when

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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