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 occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A

hint of envy. He took a

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

the underlying message in

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

touch tenderly graced his

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

unspoken,

a candy from his pocket, and presented

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

struggle did

in his arms, and patted him

I need to

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and

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

pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

earlier, around two. Waylen

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

pit stop halfway. I want

away with an

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

end, he simply sighed softly,

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

the heating was absent. 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

cold, she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood,

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

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please

handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

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

you come here

think I

into a contemplative

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

upset when I speak to you

for a prolonged moment before

am. What’s

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food for

were poised to resume

it for your breaks. As the new year

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on

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

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

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

exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to

not in my

a grin, “At your age, it’s best

gaffe, Peter opened

“True, I may be getting old,

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

gaze to her

he pleaded, “I want to play

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

Put on your down

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

some point, Waylen had ceased

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,

had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain

tea cup sat

took on an air

milk tea? You seem

choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

with Rena. Cecilia was

the French window. Outside, the

off? Was he

hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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