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

remained locked

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint smile

envy. He took

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

underlying message in Waylen’s

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

did not evade

taking Edwin in

Leonel. I need to talk to

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a

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,

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

away with an

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

ensued before

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

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

a thin summer dress. The moment

she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for

her eyes caught

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone

you come here

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into

milk tea, she savored its warmth,

not upset when I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

am. What’s there

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

desire to disrupt the

“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

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

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

enticing. Cecilia

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes

again?

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

exited the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer

need. I’m not

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his

ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

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

tea cup

on

the milk tea? You

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with

she approached the French window. Outside, the

off?

visit her and Edwin when

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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