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

remained

car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

in a

A faint

a hint of envy. He took a sip of

everything for

discerned the underlying message

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

tenderly graced

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

in his mouth but continued

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart,

did not evade Waylen’s

reached out, taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

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 fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,

between

Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has

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

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

halfway. I want to buy

away with an understanding

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly,

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,

remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood,

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

her eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

hushed

at

Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an

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

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here

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

fell into a

savored its warmth, its

I speak to you that

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

am. What’s

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him.

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume

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

enticing. Cecilia

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

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

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

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

of the situation,

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

turned her gaze to her

a subdued tone, he pleaded,

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

Put

fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

Waylen had ceased his

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

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

tea cup

took on

tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence. She feared

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

approached the

Mark’s flight taken off?

and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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