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

remained locked on

car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

in a

Mark. A faint smile

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning

touch tenderly graced his son’s

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

response remained unspoken,

retrieved a candy from

mouth

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

internal struggle did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

and play with Leonel. I need to

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

between Mark and

the aspiration that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

family has some

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark further. Mark’s departure was

two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his

stop halfway. I want to buy cups

away with an

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

before he softly murmured, “I owe them

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

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

the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark stood,

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to

caught

too, turned their attention to this

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

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 some hot milk

was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

reproach, his tone

you come here

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

fell into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

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

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

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

bit longer. Opportunities to

the studio,

and offer it to Mark, had

not in my

your age, it’s best to take good care of your

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

same time, Cecilia’s

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

her gaze to

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on

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 had

his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea

on an air

tea? You seem quite

lips, choosing silence. She feared

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you

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

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

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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