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 likely from the studio

remained

the car

Mark found

a low voice. “Have

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He

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

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

graced his

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

unspoken, shrouded in

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

the candy in his mouth but

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk

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

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

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

effectively. I’m considering

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

fixed his

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

pulled away with

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

pause ensued before

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

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

advertisement, stood in a thin summer

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

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

caught

turned their attention to

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at

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

was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

and draped 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 layer of

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

here just

quipped, “Do you think I

fell into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

not upset when I

for a prolonged moment before

younger than I am. What’s there to

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

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.

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

all her hopes on Mark, she also had

promise once again? Mark

discuss this later. For now, focus on

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

studio, a snowstorm had

offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in

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

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a complete

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

best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

here tonight. Edwin’s been

gaze to

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

Put on your

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

Waylen had

changed

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

tea cup sat

on an air of

buy you the milk tea? You

her lips, choosing silence. She feared

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off?

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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