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.

observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

gaze remained locked on

the car

Mark found Waylen perched

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

Mark. A faint smile graced his

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

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

the underlying message in Waylen’s

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

tenderly graced his

snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken,

on his lap, retrieved a candy

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

struggle did

taking Edwin in his

I

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

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 couldn’t

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark further. Mark’s

two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

And make a pit stop halfway. I

with an

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

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

he simply sighed softly, realizing the

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

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

cold, she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark

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

caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman of dignified

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

an

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

come here just

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

fell into

savored its warmth, its comfort

when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s

hair. The gesture bore a

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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 about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food

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

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

the studio,

offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

your age, it’s best to

gaffe, Peter

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

the best of the

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

turned her gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

silence, 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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

milk tea? You seem

silence. She feared her

you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was he

taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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