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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

grand hall, Mark

in a low

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

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

underlying

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

graced his

queried, “When the snow gets

unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his

the candy in his mouth but continued to

son happy. But he needed to

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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 turmoil within

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up this

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

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

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

two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

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

halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be

before he

he simply

of snow. Chilling gusts

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment

she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

her eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman of

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

at

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

here just for

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into a

she savored its warmth, its

when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before

much younger than I am.

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you,

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt 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, Edwin, and

Cecilia also

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

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

and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

bit longer.

studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to

not

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

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

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

of

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

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 late

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

turned her gaze

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair and

Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen

Cecilia had changed over the years, all

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup sat

on

milk tea? You seem quite

choosing silence. She feared her

her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was he

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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