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 assistant occupied the front,

gaze remained locked

car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

nothing from Mark. A faint

a hint of envy. He took a

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

tenderly graced his son’s

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

remained unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

the candy in his mouth

staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But

struggle did not

Edwin in his arms,

with Leonel. I

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

not to push Mark further. Mark’s

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

with

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

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 her

resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark

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

her eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

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

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

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 another layer of

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

here just for

I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into

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

not upset when I speak to you that

prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s there to

hair. The gesture bore

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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,

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark.

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she

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

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

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the

studio, a

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not

a grin, “At your age, it’s best

Peter opened the

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

same

best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

turned her gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

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

some point, Waylen had

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

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

milk tea cup sat

on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared

stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off?

taken the time to visit her and Edwin

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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