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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant

remained locked on

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

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

Mark. A faint smile graced

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

discerned the underlying message in

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

tenderly graced his

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

placed the candy in his mouth

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

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

I need to talk to

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

old, 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 fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has

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

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

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen

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

gloves, fixed his gaze

And make a pit stop halfway.

away with

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

weight. A pause ensued before he

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply

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

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught

their attention to this

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at

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

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

you come here

I am here

into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort

not upset when I speak to you

for a prolonged moment

than I am. What’s

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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, remember to

were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

new year approaches, let’s

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

place all her hopes on Mark, she also

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

can discuss this

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

the studio, a

offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not in my

your age, it’s best to take good care

Peter opened

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

same

the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the

was engrossed in

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

her gaze to her

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

Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

changed over the years, all

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea cup sat

on an air of

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

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off?

and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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