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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front,

remained locked

the car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

a

nothing from Mark. A

envy. He took a sip of

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

the underlying message

about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy

in his mouth

son happy. But

did not evade

Edwin in his arms, and patted

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

years old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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, “What are your plans after

pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet

his gaze

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with an understanding

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

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

with a blanket of snow. Chilling

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

remained resolutely

Mark

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

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an

touch tender as he secured it in

tone

come here just for

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk

into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

when I

prolonged moment before

I am.

ruffled her hair. The

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

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

it for your breaks. As the new year

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

her hopes on Mark, she also had her

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

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

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio,

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not in

a grin, “At your age, it’s best

gaffe, Peter opened

the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

her gaze

in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on your

out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

point, Waylen had

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

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

tea cup

took on an air of

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared

cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

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

off? Was

hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when

she

The call connected…

back her

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