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.

car. Her assistant occupied the

remained locked on

the car

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

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

Mark. A

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

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

the underlying

His cheeks

touch tenderly graced his

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

making his son happy. But he needed

struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I need

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

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

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

considering revitalizing these ventures,

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

two. Waylen understood his reasons

snow. As he stepped into the

his gaze forward

stop halfway. I want

with

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll

before he softly murmured, “I owe them

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at Mark

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 some hot

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an affectionate

draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its

upset when I speak to you that

prolonged moment before

I am. What’s

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

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

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

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

As the new year

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

promise once again?

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

exited the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in my

a grin, “At your age,

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

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

his emotions deep. At the same time,

make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

was engrossed in his laptop,

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

her gaze

tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair and

Put on your down

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment

some point, Waylen had ceased

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

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

milk tea cup sat

on an

the milk tea? You seem quite

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off?

time to visit her and Edwin when

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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