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.

her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the

gaze remained

car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

underlying

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

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

response remained unspoken,

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did not

in

with Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has some

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

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

earlier, around two. Waylen

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with an

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

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

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

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

eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this

speaking in hushed

looked at

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

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

an affectionate

shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

come here just

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

into

savored its

when I speak to

for a prolonged moment before

I am.

ruffled her hair. The gesture

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have

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

relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

Cecilia also wanted

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

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

“We can discuss

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

Mark exited the studio, a

to remove his coat and offer it to

not in my

grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

herself to make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

Edwin’s

her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair and

Put on your down

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

Waylen had

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to her

milk tea cup sat

took on an

buy you the milk tea? You

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

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

the French

off? Was he

visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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