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

gaze remained locked on

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

him, Mark inquired in a

from Mark. A faint smile graced

of envy. He took a sip of tea

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

discerned the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

candy from his pocket, and presented it

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

his son happy. But he needed to depart, a

did

Edwin in his arms, and

I need to talk to

features. Nevertheless, he

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.

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between

Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

stop halfway. I want

with

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

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

thin summer dress. The moment one

resolutely focused

doorway, Mark

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

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

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

handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an affectionate

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here just for

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a

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

you not upset when I speak to

a prolonged moment before a

I am.

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

no desire to

a hush as he continued, “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

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and

Cecilia also wanted to

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

his promise once again?

discuss this later. For

bit

studio,

coat and offer it to

not in my

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

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

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his

go ahead. Put on

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and

Waylen had

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,

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

milk tea cup sat

on an

tea? You seem quite

lips, choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

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

taken off? Was he

hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he

contemplation, she

The call connected…

back

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