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

remained locked on

car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He took a

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

underlying

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

touch tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth but

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

did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I need to

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

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

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

family has some

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

around two. Waylen understood

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an understanding

visit Cecilia.

before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

in the end, he

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

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

remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark

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

her eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman

hushed

at Mark

and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an affectionate Light

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in

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

you come here just for

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

into a

savored its

when I

her for a prolonged moment before a

I am. What’s

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

Cecilia harbored no desire

you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for

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

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 to

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

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

the studio,

offer

I’m not in my

grin, “At your age, it’s best to take

gaffe, Peter opened the car

himself, “True, I may be getting

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

the best of

the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

turned her gaze to her

tone, he pleaded, “I want to

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

Put on

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

Waylen had ceased his

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

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

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence.

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

off?

earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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