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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen

a low voice. “Have you regained your

from Mark. A faint

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a

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

the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced his

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken,

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

his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

struggle did not evade

Edwin in

Leonel. I need

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

to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

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

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

two. Waylen understood

heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

stop halfway. I

away with an understanding

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

before he softly murmured, “I owe them

he simply

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

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

for her livelihood.

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

eyes, an affectionate

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

of reproach, his tone

come here

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

fell into

its warmth, its comfort

I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment

much younger than I am. What’s there

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

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

voice dipped to a hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting 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 about taking you to Czanch and

were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

enticing. Cecilia also

her hopes on Mark, she

broke his promise once again? Mark

discuss this later. For now, focus

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare.

the studio, a

coat and offer it to

not in

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age,

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

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

dinner, her assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

Waylen had ceased his

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

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

tea cup sat

took on an

buy you the milk tea? You

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

approached the French window. Outside, the

flight taken off?

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

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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