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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

remained

car vanished

Mark found Waylen perched on

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A

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

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,

tenderly graced

the snow gets

unspoken,

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

his mouth but

joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention

did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms,

with Leonel. I

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

years old, Edwin 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. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,

intricacies between

might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

Mark’s departure was scheduled

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

make a pit stop halfway. I want

away with an

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

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

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

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

heating was absent. Cecilia, 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

resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood,

was essential for her livelihood. Mark

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

an affectionate Light

shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here just

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

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth,

you not upset when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged

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

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in my

your age, it’s best to

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I

same time,

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

gaze

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair and

go ahead. Put on your

Laughter and merriment wafted in through

point, Waylen

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

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

tea

tone took on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

the French window.

flight taken off? Was he safe

to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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