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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from

gaze remained locked

car vanished

grand hall, Mark

a low voice. “Have you

A faint smile graced

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

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and

the underlying message in

cheeks held a rosy

touch tenderly graced

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken,

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

his mouth but continued to

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

internal struggle did not evade

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause,

gazed pensively

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease on

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

earlier, around two. Waylen

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet

his gaze

studio. And make a pit stop halfway.

away with an understanding

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

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

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

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

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement

resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark

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

eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

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 hot

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an affectionate Light

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 stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

here just

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

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

upset when I

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

than I am. What’s there

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

take care of and him. He’s prone

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

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

once again? Mark

“We can discuss

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

the studio, a snowstorm

poised to remove his coat and offer

need. I’m not

quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to

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

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

same time, Cecilia’s

of the situation, eventually

ever adept with people, personally paid for the

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

gaze to her

in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his hair

Put on your

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

point, Waylen had

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

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

milk tea

on an

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

the

off? Was he

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,

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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