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

gaze remained locked

car

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

A faint smile graced

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly

tenderly graced his

the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued

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

internal struggle did not evade

Edwin in his arms,

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk

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 couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,

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

personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

family has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

his

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

with an understanding

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

pause ensued before

in the end, he simply

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

thin summer dress. The

remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood,

might appear insignificant, it was essential for

eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at

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

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

eyes, an affectionate

draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

you come here just for

“Do you think I am here

fell into a contemplative

she savored its

not upset when I speak to you

her for a prolonged

I am. What’s there to be

last, he 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

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

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

murmured, “We can discuss this

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

studio, a

his coat and offer

I’m not in my

quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed

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

gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his

go ahead. Put on

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

point, Waylen had

sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

milk tea cup sat

on an air

you the milk tea? You seem

choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

the milk tea, she approached the

off? Was he

and Edwin when he

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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