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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

in a low voice. “Have you regained your

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

envy. He

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

him. His cheeks

touch tenderly graced

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

remained unspoken,

candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to

his son happy. But he needed to

did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

spend more than a few days with him. He

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

cup of tea for

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

leather gloves, fixed his

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

away with

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

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

he

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark stood,

might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

at Mark

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

to Cecilia.

his eyes, an

draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

you come here

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk

into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

I speak

a prolonged moment before a smile graced

I am. What’s

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

no desire to disrupt the

soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever.

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

your breaks. As the new year

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her

his promise once again? Mark

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

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer

not in

your age, it’s best to take

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

of the situation, eventually completing

declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

had changed over the

Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea cup sat

took on an

tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was

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,

contemplation, she

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