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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

him, Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

underlying message in

cheeks held a rosy hue as

graced his

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but

staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he

internal struggle did

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need

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

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

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans

gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

two. Waylen understood his reasons

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with an

Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

a weight. A pause ensued before

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

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her

she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose

caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

eyes, an affectionate

in place.

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

come here just for

I

fell into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak

prolonged moment

much younger than I am.

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

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

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

can discuss this later. For now, focus

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

Mark exited the studio, a

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

not

grin, “At your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter

Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

her gaze to her

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on your

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

some point, Waylen

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea

tone took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem

her lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

she approached the French

off?

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

she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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