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

the car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

a low voice. “Have you regained your

from Mark. A faint

envy. He took a

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

the underlying

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

touch tenderly graced his

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

remained unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring

did

in his arms, and

Leonel. I need to talk to

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

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, could sense the

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

reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark’s departure was scheduled

two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

As he stepped into the waiting car,

his

And make a pit stop halfway.

away with an

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood,

insignificant, it was essential for her

eyes caught

attention to this gentleman of dignified

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

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

you come here just

quipped, “Do you think I

into a

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

upset when I speak

her for a prolonged

than I am. What’s there to

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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 you to

Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

persisted. While she could place all her hopes

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

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

a bit longer.

the studio, a snowstorm

and offer

I’m not in

“At your age, it’s best to

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

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

his emotions deep. At the same time,

the best of the

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed

Edwin’s been

her gaze to

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his

go ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

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

tea

took on an air

milk tea?

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

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

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

flight taken off? Was he safe

regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If

she

The call connected…

back her

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