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 boy likely

remained locked on

the car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

Mark. A faint smile graced

hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

discerned the underlying

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken, shrouded

candy from his pocket, and presented it to

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

internal struggle did not

taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

more than a

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

aspiration that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative

Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

two.

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

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

shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment

remained resolutely focused

Mark stood,

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

eyes caught sight of

attention to

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at

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

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an affectionate Light

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old

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

you come here

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

into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

I speak to you that

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

no desire to disrupt

take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember

resume shooting. Pearl

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

was enticing. Cecilia also

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on

once again? Mark was

“We can discuss

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

the studio,

and offer

I’m not in my

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of your

gaffe, Peter opened

settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

was engrossed

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

her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

ahead. Put on

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

point, Waylen had ceased

had changed over the years, all

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You

choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena.

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

off?

had 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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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