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.

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

remained

the car

villa’s grand hall, Mark found

in a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A

felt a hint of envy.

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

underlying message

about him. His cheeks held

tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken,

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

candy in his mouth but continued to

making his son happy. But he needed to

internal struggle did

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

with Leonel. I need to talk

graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

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

in the intricacies between

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

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

a pit stop halfway. I want

away with an understanding

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

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

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood,

though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for

eyes caught sight

attention to this

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

at

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

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an affectionate Light

in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

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

you come here just

you think I am

fell into

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

not upset when I

for a prolonged

I am. What’s there to

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

no desire to

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

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

discuss

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

studio, a

and offer it

not in my

your age, it’s best to

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

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

her gaze

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on

fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

Waylen had ceased

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

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

milk tea

tone took on

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was

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

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back

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