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 from the studio accompanying

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark

across from him, Mark inquired in a

Mark. A

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

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

the underlying message in Waylen’s

cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly

touch tenderly graced his son’s

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build

remained unspoken,

candy from

in his mouth

making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters

struggle did not

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

the aspiration that 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 are

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

hushed

family has

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

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

earlier, around two. Waylen

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting

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

studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I

with an understanding

to visit Cecilia.

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

in the end, he simply sighed

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

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark

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

eyes caught

their attention to this

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at Mark

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

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here

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

fell into

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

upset when I

lingered on her for a prolonged

am.

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

harbored no desire

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet,

the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

her hopes on Mark, she also had

his promise once again? Mark was

can discuss this later. For

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it

need. I’m not in

“At your age, it’s best

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

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

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze to

he pleaded, “I

Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his

ahead. Put on your

out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

point, Waylen had

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

her to retain her

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence.

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re

to be with Rena.

milk tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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