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.

the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

car

grand hall, Mark found

Mark inquired in a

A faint smile graced

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

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

underlying

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

graced his

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

unspoken, shrouded in

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

internal struggle did not evade

in

I

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

family has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with an understanding

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

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

he simply sighed softly, realizing the

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

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped

remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood,

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

caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here just for

quipped, “Do you think I am here to

fell into a

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

you not upset when I speak to you

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

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

to resume

As the new year approaches, let’s go to

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

her

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

exited the studio, a snowstorm

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in my

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

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

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

Waylen was engrossed

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

gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

Put

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem

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

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

tea, she approached the French window.

off?

taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time with

much contemplation, she

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