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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

the car

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

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

A faint smile graced

a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

about him. His cheeks held

graced his

snow gets heavier, can you build

unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

struggle did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his

I

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

five years old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He

between Mark and Cecilia.

the aspiration that Cecilia might reconcile with 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

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

has some

I’m considering revitalizing

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I

with an

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

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

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply

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

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The

resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

caught sight of

attention

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at Mark

the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

an affectionate Light

in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

here

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

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

I speak

a prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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

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

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

proposition was enticing. Cecilia

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

again? Mark

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not in my

age, it’s best to take good care

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may

deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

was engrossed in his laptop,

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

gaze to her

in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair

Put

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

Waylen had

much Cecilia had changed over the years,

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

tea cup

took on

the milk tea?

lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

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

the milk tea, she approached the French

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

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

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

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