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

gaze remained locked on

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

envy. He took a sip of tea to

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

tenderly graced his

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I need to talk to

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

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 your plans

gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

earlier, around two. Waylen understood

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

fixed his gaze forward

stop halfway. I want

pulled away with an

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

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

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

engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her in a

she remained resolutely

Mark

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

her eyes caught sight

their attention to this gentleman

hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at Mark

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, please enjoy some

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an affectionate Light

her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

his tone remained

come here

you think I am here to

into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth,

when I speak to you

her for a prolonged

am. What’s there to be

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and

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

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

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

Mark broke his promise once again?

discuss this later.

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

studio, a snowstorm had

poised to remove his coat and offer

need. I’m not in

“At your age, it’s best to take good

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

the same

best of

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed in his

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

gaze

tone, he pleaded, “I want to

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

Waylen had

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

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

tea

tone took on

Mark buy you the milk tea?

choosing silence.

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

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

to be with

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

off?

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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