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 assistant occupied the

remained

the car vanished

hall, Mark

in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to

everything for Cecilia, the project

discerned the underlying message in

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

the candy in his mouth but

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy.

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

in his arms, and

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk

tender features. Nevertheless,

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

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for

pensively at the

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has some

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

around two. Waylen

the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

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

away with

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

ensued before

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark stood, his

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to

her eyes caught sight

their attention to this

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

at

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather,

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

an

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

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

here just

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

you not upset when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

am. What’s

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

no desire to disrupt

him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been

cameras were poised to resume shooting.

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

Cecilia also wanted

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

once again? Mark

discuss

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it

not

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

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

of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

couch, Waylen was engrossed

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

turned her gaze to

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

Cecilia

ruffled his

Put on your

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

point, Waylen had

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

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea cup sat

took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

the milk tea, she approached the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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