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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy

gaze remained locked

car

grand hall, Mark

in a low voice. “Have you regained

from Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

discerned the underlying message in

cheeks held a

graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

lap, retrieved a candy from his

candy in his mouth but continued

in the joy of making his son happy. But

struggle did not

reached out, taking Edwin in his

with Leonel. I need to

graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him.

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

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

pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

I’m considering

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

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

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

with

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

thin summer dress. The

cold, she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark

for her

caught

their attention to this gentleman of dignified

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

come here just for

“Do you think I am here to deliver

into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

much younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

dipped to a hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting 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

to resume shooting.

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

Cecilia also

place all her hopes on Mark,

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not in my

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

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

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

same

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his hair

ahead. Put on your

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

point, Waylen

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

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

milk tea

tone took on an air

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

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

milk tea, she approached the French

flight taken off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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