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 entrance to the car. Her assistant

remained locked

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a

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

discerned the underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

remained unspoken, shrouded in

candy from

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

internal struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

play with Leonel. I

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

failed to spend more than a few days with him. He

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea

Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

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

with an

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

before he softly murmured, “I owe

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed

blanket of snow. Chilling

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

remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood, his

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

her eyes caught

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, please enjoy some hot milk

tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate Light

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

reproach, his tone remained

you come here just for

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak

a prolonged moment before a smile

I am. What’s

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

desire to disrupt the serene

of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey

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

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

his promise once again? Mark was

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

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

exited the studio,

remove his coat and offer it

need. I’m not

age, it’s best to take good care of

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

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s

of the situation,

her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

turned her gaze to

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair

Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

how much Cecilia had changed

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

tea

took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

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

tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost

she

The call connected…

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