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 front, a

remained

the car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched on

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

from Mark. A faint

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

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

underlying message in

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

tenderly graced

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken,

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

candy in his mouth but continued

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

did not

out, taking Edwin in his

Leonel. I need to talk to your

Nevertheless,

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, could sense the turmoil within

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a

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

he set out earlier, around two.

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

gloves, fixed his

pit stop halfway. I

with an

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

pause ensued before he

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

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer

resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught

attention

in hushed tones,

looked at

and explained, “Mr. Evans

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an

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

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

you come here just

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment before

I am. What’s there

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

desire to disrupt the

“Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to

Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

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

Cecilia

While she could place all her

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

and offer it to

not in my

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

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

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

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

best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop, managing official

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

her gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

milk tea?

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

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you

“Waylen.”

cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in 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, she would have spent more time

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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