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.

after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained

the car

villa’s grand hall, Mark

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

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

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

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

underlying

about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

tenderly graced his

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did not

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

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.

between Mark and Cecilia.

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

Mark’s departure was scheduled for

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

pit stop halfway. I want to

with an understanding

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

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

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

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

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

the doorway, Mark

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

eyes caught sight

attention to this gentleman of

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

to Cecilia.

an affectionate

secured it in place. Gently, he

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

here just

you think I am here to

into a

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

you not upset when I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

much younger than I am. What’s there to be

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

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

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

murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin,

Cecilia also wanted to

persisted. While she could place all her hopes

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

“We can discuss this later. For now,

he lingered a bit longer.

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it

not in my

grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

At the same

best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

Cecilia couldn’t bring

his

ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen had ceased

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded

milk tea cup sat

on

milk tea? You

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with

approached the French window. Outside, the

off? Was he

regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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