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 young

remained

car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

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

from Mark. A faint smile graced

moment, 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,

discerned the underlying

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier,

response remained unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude

internal struggle did not

Edwin in his arms, and patted him

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

in the intricacies between Mark

with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled

two.

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.

leather gloves, fixed his

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I

away with

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

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

comfort, but in the end, he

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

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

the biting cold, she remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her

caught sight of

turned their attention

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

looked at Mark

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

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

an affectionate Light

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

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth,

not upset when I

for a prolonged moment before

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

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to

“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,

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

once again? Mark was

and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio, a snowstorm

offer it

need. I’m not in my

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I

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

make the best of

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

gaze

her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment

some point, Waylen had

changed over the years, all for the sake of

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

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

the milk tea? You

choosing silence. She feared

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia was left

she approached the French

off? Was he

time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her

she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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