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, a young boy likely

gaze remained locked

car vanished

Mark found Waylen perched on a

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

nothing from Mark. A faint

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the

underlying

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

touch tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

did not evade Waylen’s

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

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 a snowball

intricacies between Mark

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause,

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has some

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

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

his gaze forward

halfway. I want

away with

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

a weight. A pause ensued before

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

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

at

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

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

here just

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

you not upset when I

prolonged moment before a smile graced

am.

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

harbored no desire to

him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about

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

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

Cecilia

she could place all her

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

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

studio,

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

need. I’m not in

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child

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

make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

her gaze to her

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair and

ahead. Put on

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

some point, Waylen

changed over the years, all for the sake of her

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

buy you the milk tea?

her lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

flight taken off? Was he

to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him,

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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