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 assistant occupied the

gaze remained

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He took a

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying message

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,

graced his

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

did not

Edwin in

Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

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 turmoil within

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

lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

to push Mark further. Mark’s

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

gloves, fixed his gaze forward

stop halfway. I want

with

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

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

remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood,

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

her eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman of

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an affectionate

he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

you come here

you think I am here to deliver

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

upset when I

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

am. What’s there to be

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

her hopes on Mark, she also had

promise once again? Mark was cognizant

and murmured, “We can discuss this

a bit longer. Opportunities to

Mark exited the studio, a

his coat and offer it to

I’m not in my

your age, it’s best to

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

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

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

was engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze

pleaded, “I want

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on your down

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

Waylen

changed over the years, all

retain her innocence, shielded from

milk tea cup sat

tone took on

you the milk tea? You seem quite

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia

the French window. Outside,

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 hadn’t lost her temper with him, she

she

The call connected…

back her

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