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 the studio accompanying

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

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

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint

hint of envy. He took a

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced

“When the snow gets

unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

the candy in his mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative

Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

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

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

his gaze forward

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want

away with an

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

pause ensued before he softly

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

with a blanket of snow. Chilling

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

resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark

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

her eyes caught

attention to this gentleman of dignified

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at Mark

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate

and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

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

here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a contemplative

its warmth,

when I speak to

on her for a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am. What’s

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

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

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

promise once again? Mark

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

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

exited the studio,

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

I’m not in my

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

gaffe, Peter opened

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

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

of

the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze to

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen had

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

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

tea cup sat

took on an air

the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia

milk tea, she approached the French window.

taken off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back

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