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

remained locked on

car

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

discerned the underlying message

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets

unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

candy in his mouth

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

internal struggle did

Edwin in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

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 sense

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

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has

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

further. Mark’s departure was

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

off his leather gloves, fixed his

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

pause ensued before he softly

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

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

in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the

remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

at Mark

a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

to

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

come here

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

fell into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak to you that

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

than I am.

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

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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

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

Cecilia also wanted

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

again? Mark was cognizant of

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on

bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

the studio, a

offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not in

your age, it’s best to take good

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

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

of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching

engrossed in his laptop, managing

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

turned her gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his

Put on your

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

Waylen

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

tea cup

tone took on an

Mark buy you the milk tea?

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

cared for Cecilia deeply, 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.

approached the French window. Outside,

off?

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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