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

gaze remained

car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low voice.

from Mark. A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

the underlying

about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

tenderly graced his

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

unspoken, shrouded in

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

his mouth but continued to gaze at

his son happy. But he needed

struggle did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need to talk

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

Edwin 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 him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up this

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has some

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

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

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway.

with

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

end, he simply sighed

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

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

remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark

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

caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

at

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate Light

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here just for

you think I am here to deliver

fell into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its

when I speak to you that

a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am.

hair. The gesture bore a

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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 cooking nutritious food for

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

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

enticing. Cecilia

could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

once again? Mark was

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

a bit longer. Opportunities

exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

not

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

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

chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

At the same

to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on your down

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

point, Waylen

changed over the years, all for the sake of

Waylen longed for her to retain

tea cup

took on

buy you the milk tea?

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

afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

she approached the French window. Outside,

off? Was he safe

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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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