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.

assistant

gaze remained locked on

car

Mark found Waylen perched on

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

everything

discerned the underlying message

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

tenderly graced

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

unspoken,

candy from his

his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

internal struggle did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his

and play with Leonel. I need to talk

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

had failed to spend more than a

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

hushed and

has some

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

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

around two. Waylen understood

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

fixed his gaze forward with his

halfway.

with

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

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

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he

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

Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment

resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood,

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

eyes caught

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at

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

to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

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

you come here just

I am here to

into

she savored its warmth,

when I speak to you that

a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

than I am.

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever.

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

Cecilia also

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

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

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

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

the studio, a

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

not in

your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

same time, Cecilia’s mood had

best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

her gaze

he pleaded, “I want to

Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had

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

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

tea cup

took on an

you the milk tea?

silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

the stairs to be with

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

off?

taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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