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

gaze remained

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

across from him, Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A

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

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy

touch tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken,

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

mouth but

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

reached out, taking Edwin in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

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

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

fixed his gaze

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with an

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

end, he simply

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

a thin summer dress.

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught

attention to

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

at

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,

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

an affectionate

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

come here

I

into

its warmth, its comfort

you not upset when I speak to you

a prolonged

younger than I am.

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

no desire to disrupt

awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

once again?

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

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

studio, a

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

I’m not in

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

exerted herself to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow

couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

turned her gaze

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on

Laughter

point, Waylen had ceased his

much Cecilia had changed over the years,

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to

tea cup

took on an air of

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

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

taken off?

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, she would have spent more time

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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