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

remained

car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

A

felt a hint of envy. He took a

considering relinquishing everything

underlying message

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

tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

candy

placed the candy in his mouth but

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

struggle did not

Edwin in his arms, and patted

I need

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

companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed and

has

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

his gaze forward

a pit stop halfway. I want

with an

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

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

the end, he simply sighed softly,

of snow. Chilling gusts swept

the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

cold, she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark

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

her eyes caught

attention to this gentleman of dignified

speaking in hushed

at Mark

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

to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an

and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old

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

come here

you think I am here

into a

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

not upset when I speak

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

much younger than I am. What’s

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to

he continued, “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, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and

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

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

enticing. Cecilia

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

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

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

exited the studio,

remove his coat and offer it

need. I’m not in

your age, it’s best to

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

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

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

to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

gaze

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his

Put on your

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

much Cecilia had changed over the years,

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea cup sat

took on an air of

buy you the milk tea?

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off?

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

she

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