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

remained

the car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

hint of envy. He took a

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

underlying message in

His cheeks held a rosy hue as

tenderly graced his

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

remained unspoken,

a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

candy in his mouth but

the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of

internal struggle did

Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I need to talk

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

already yearned for his 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 snowball fight. Waylen,

in the intricacies between Mark

Mark still lingering in 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

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

effectively. I’m considering

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

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

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

leather gloves, fixed his

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

away with

Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

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

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

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

she remained resolutely

Mark stood, his gaze

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at Mark

the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk

handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an

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

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

here just for

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

fell into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

younger than I am. What’s there to

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

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

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

cameras were poised to resume shooting.

the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

her hopes on Mark, she also had

again? Mark was

discuss

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to

not in

grin, “At your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

deep. At the same

best of the situation, eventually completing

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

gaze to

tone, he pleaded,

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his

Put on your

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

some point, Waylen had ceased his

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea cup sat

took on an

the milk tea? You seem

choosing silence. She

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

milk tea, she approached the

taken off? Was he

to visit her and Edwin when he was free.

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back

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