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.

car. Her assistant

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

in a low

Mark. A faint smile

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

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

cheeks held

tenderly graced his

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

remained unspoken,

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

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

did

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

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, could sense the turmoil within

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has some

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

a pit stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with an

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

a weight. A pause ensued before

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

Chilling

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her in

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark stood,

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

her eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

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

looked at Mark

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

to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an affectionate

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

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

come here

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into a

tea, she savored its warmth, its

upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

much younger than I am. What’s there to

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

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

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

could place all her hopes on Mark, she

promise once again?

discuss this later. For now,

bit longer. Opportunities to see

Mark exited the studio, a

coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

chiding himself, “True,

same time, Cecilia’s

to make the best of the situation,

dinner, her assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

gaze

in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

Put

snowball fight. Laughter

some point, Waylen had

Cecilia had changed over the

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

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She feared her brother’s possible

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

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

off? Was he safe

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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