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

gaze remained

car

hall, Mark found Waylen

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

A faint

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took

everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

discerned the underlying message in

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as

tenderly graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

candy in his mouth but

son happy. But he needed

internal struggle did not evade

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I need to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

years old, Edwin already yearned for his 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 snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

away with

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

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

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

in a thin summer dress. The moment one

she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

at Mark

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

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an affectionate

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

come here just for

you think I

into a contemplative

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

when I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

am. What’s there to

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

Cecilia harbored no desire

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

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

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

was enticing. Cecilia also

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

promise once again? Mark was

“We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

he lingered a bit longer.

Mark exited the studio, a

remove his coat and offer

not in

age, it’s best to take good care

Peter opened the car door

settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

her gaze to her

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put on

their snowball fight. Laughter and

some point, Waylen

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

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea cup sat

tone took on

milk tea?

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with

the French window. Outside, the

taken off? Was he safe

day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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