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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

gaze remained locked

car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

from Mark. A faint

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

everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

discerned the underlying message in

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks

tenderly graced

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters

struggle did not evade

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

I need to talk to your

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

personally poured a cup

pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

family has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with an

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

before he

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

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

a thin

remained resolutely

doorway, Mark

might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

caught

attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

at Mark

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an affectionate Light

shrugged off 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

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

come here just for

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into

she savored its

not upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before a

than I am.

her hair. The gesture bore

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

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

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia

her hopes on

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

can discuss this later.

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

the studio, a

and offer it

need. I’m not in

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

At the same time, Cecilia’s

herself to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

gaze to her

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his

ahead. Put

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled

Waylen had

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup

on an

you the milk tea? You seem quite

silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

approached the

taken off? Was he safe

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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