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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front,

remained locked on

the car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint

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

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

the underlying message in Waylen’s

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build

unspoken, shrouded

his lap, retrieved a candy from

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

internal struggle did not evade

Edwin in his arms, and patted

I need to talk to

graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

stop halfway.

pulled away with

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to

A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

but in the end, he simply

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

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

the doorway, Mark stood, his

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose

eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an

shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided,

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

here just

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here

into a

its warmth,

upset when I

her for a prolonged moment

younger than I am. What’s there

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

a 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,

advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting.

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What

enticing. Cecilia

her hopes on Mark, she also had

his promise once again?

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it

not

quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

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

best of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

turned her gaze to

in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

Put

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

Waylen

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,

and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea?

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to

to be with Rena. Cecilia

tea, she approached the French

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

to visit her and Edwin when

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back

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