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

gaze remained locked

the car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

in a low

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He

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

underlying message in

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

graced his son’s

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

unspoken, shrouded

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

mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not evade

in

play with Leonel. I need to

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

in the intricacies between

a cup of tea

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s

around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

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

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

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

remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood, his

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at Mark

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

tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

you come here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here

into a contemplative

she savored its warmth,

upset when I speak to

her for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

harbored no desire to disrupt the

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

the cameras were poised to resume shooting.

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

enticing. Cecilia also

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

discuss this later. For now,

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

studio, a snowstorm

to remove his coat and offer it

need. I’m not

“At your age,

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

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

best of the

ever adept with people, personally paid for the

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in

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

her gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his

ahead. Put

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

point, Waylen had ceased

changed over the years, all for

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup sat

on an air

tea? You seem quite

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you

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

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was he safe

conflict earlier in the 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

contemplation, she

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