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.

observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

remained locked

the car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

a low

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

the underlying message

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

graced his son’s

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

mouth but continued

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

did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

I need to talk to your

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

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a

intricacies between Mark

with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has some

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

Mark’s departure

around two. Waylen understood his

As he stepped into the waiting

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

halfway. I

with

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll

before he softly

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

of snow. Chilling gusts

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at

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,

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an

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 add another layer

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here

I am here to deliver milk tea

into

she savored its

upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before

younger than I am. What’s

hair. The

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for

Just then, the cameras were poised to resume

As the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia

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

his promise once again? Mark was

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

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

exited the studio, a

coat and offer

not

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

gaffe, Peter opened

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

gaze

he pleaded, “I want

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on

their snowball fight. Laughter

point, Waylen had ceased his

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

the milk tea? You

silence. She feared

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

with Rena. Cecilia

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

taken off? Was

day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him,

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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