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.

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

gaze remained

the car vanished

Mark found

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint smile graced

envy. He

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

the underlying message in

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

touch tenderly graced his

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken, shrouded

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

mouth but continued to gaze

joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a

did not

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

Leonel. I need

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

five years old, 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,

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

I’m considering revitalizing these

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

make a pit stop halfway. I

with

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he

the end, he simply

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

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

cold, she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught sight

their attention to this

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at

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

steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

you come here

I am here to

fell into

its

I speak to you

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

am. What’s there to be upset

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

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 for you, remember

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

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

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

her hopes on Mark, she also had

once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

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

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer it to

not

“At your age, it’s

gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

was engrossed in his

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

turned her gaze

he pleaded, “I

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen had ceased

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

had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell

milk tea

took on an

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

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

off? Was he safe

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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