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.

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

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished

Mark found

him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

Mark. A faint smile graced

envy. He took a sip

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

the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced his

snow gets heavier,

unspoken, shrouded in

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

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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 at the

internal struggle did

taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to talk to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

intricacies between

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh

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

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

fixed his gaze

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with an

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

but in the end, he simply

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

she remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

caught

attention to

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

looked at Mark

cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

eyes, an affectionate Light

his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you

a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

here

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

fell into

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

when I

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s there to be

The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

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

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

enticing. Cecilia also

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

once again? Mark was cognizant of

“We can discuss this later. For

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not in my

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

to make the best of the situation, eventually

assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

her gaze

pleaded, “I want

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair

Put on

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

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

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea

took on

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

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

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

she approached the

off?

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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