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

remained locked

the car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

underlying message in

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks

tenderly graced his son’s

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

his mouth but

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

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

the intricacies between

reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are

Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

family has some

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

he set out earlier, around two.

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

gloves, fixed his

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

away with an

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

the end, he simply sighed

with a blanket of snow. Chilling

thin summer dress. The

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

caught sight

their attention to this gentleman

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

at Mark

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

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

come here just for

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort

not upset when I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged

am. What’s there to be

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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 for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to

momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

was enticing. Cecilia also

her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

Mark broke his promise once again?

can discuss this later. For now,

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

exited the studio,

coat and offer it to Mark,

need. I’m not in my

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

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

the same

herself to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

her gaze

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

Cecilia

his hair and

Put

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

Waylen

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

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence,

milk tea cup sat

took on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

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

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

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

flight taken off? Was

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

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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