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

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found

a

Mark. A faint smile graced

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

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at

struggle did not

out, taking Edwin in

I need

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

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,

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

family has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

snow. As he stepped into the waiting

his

halfway. I

pulled away with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood,

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

eyes caught sight

attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

at

addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather,

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

eyes, an affectionate

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her

here just

then quipped, “Do you think I am

into a

savored its

upset when I speak to

a prolonged

am. What’s there to be upset

The gesture bore a gentleness

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

“Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him.

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

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

was enticing. Cecilia also

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

again? Mark was cognizant of

can discuss this later. For now, focus

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

the studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to

Peter opened the

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

emotions deep. At the same time,

of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

gaze to her

pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

some point, Waylen had ceased his

changed over

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

the milk tea?

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

ascended the stairs to be with

she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

hindsight, Cecilia 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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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