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.

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

remained locked

car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

Mark inquired in a low voice.

A faint smile

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

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

cheeks held

graced his

queried, “When the snow gets

response remained unspoken,

a candy from

in his mouth but

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the

internal struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

I need to talk to your

Nevertheless, he

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

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

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has some

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with an

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

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

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

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

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

cold, she remained resolutely

Mark

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at

distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather,

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an affectionate

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided,

of reproach, his tone remained

here just

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

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged

than I am. What’s there to be upset

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him.

the cameras were poised to resume

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year

Cecilia also wanted to

could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

“We can discuss this later.

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

exited the studio, a

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

not

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

was engrossed

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze to

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

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

Waylen had ceased his

had changed over

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea

tone took on an air of

the milk tea? You

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

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

be with

milk tea, she approached the French

off?

Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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