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.

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

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

Mark. A faint

felt a hint of envy. He took

remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying message in Waylen’s

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his pocket, and presented

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

joy of making his son happy. But he

did

out, taking Edwin in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

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

father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, 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 mood, could sense the

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

around two. Waylen

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

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

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

away with an

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

before

but in the end, he simply

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

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

resolutely focused on checking on

Mark

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

her eyes caught sight

their attention to this gentleman

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

looked at Mark

explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

an

secured it in place.

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here just

you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into a contemplative

its warmth, its

not upset when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

younger than I am.

hair. The gesture bore a

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

as 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

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

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

Cecilia also wanted to

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her

his promise once again? Mark

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

the studio, a snowstorm had

offer it to Mark,

not in my

a grin, “At your age, it’s

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

herself to make the best of

assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his

go ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

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

milk tea cup

tone took on an

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

lips, choosing silence. She

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

to be with Rena.

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

Mark’s flight taken off?

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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